This had to be her punishment for punching Judgement, had to be. Maple fell and landed in a not very graceful manner down into the depths of the castle. "I'm sooooooorrrrry," she cried out. There was a slight echo to her words and she nearly curled up in on herself.
But she couldn't. Nope, she couldn't, it wouldn't be right. She would have to atone for her crimes by pressing on, so she pushed herself up and looked around where she fell. There ... was so many shiny things. And a lake and...so many more shiny things. And so many creatures, similar and yet so different, round about grabbing and investigating.
Maple watched as a few of her kind went to the lake, to the gate and scattered. She decided to approach the stone pedestal and peered at it curiously. It had something in it it seemed. A Chalice?
She looked at the others also there, puzzled.
Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2013 9:12 pm
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"I..... was pretty sure we went the right way...."
Once upon a time there was a tower, and Tomoko and Erebus had been meaning to go to it, but it had been abducted like they were watching the Freddy the Frog movie and the villain had just stolen Big Ben and thus it actually wasn't there.
Tomoko might have leaned just a little too far over into the gaping hole known as 'TOWER WUZ HEER', which only prompted an accidental falling in, unfortunately taking Erebus down with her. Falling, falling, falling.....
Someone else had snatched it first. "This is mine." Andrew glared at Mjoll.
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HP: 33/50 Kingdom: Silver working with blue Rank: Wild card Floor: Ground Miasma Points: 14 + 25 Character: Andrew Description: He is small, looking around 14 or 15, and dressed in silver cloths. Short stubby horns protrude from his head and he has a pair of short useless wings that animate when he’s upset. His colorings are various browns and tans. Slung over his shoulder is a bag. currently very wet. Events “ 10- pick up a vial 10- pick up a vial 7- fall down the stairs
Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2013 9:14 pm
Sigrún comes up for air and continues to dive for anything of importance when she finds nothing after a while (that she knows of wink ) she moves to the beach-y part of the cave and begins searching through the sand for anything
In the confusion of the fall Moriko had managed to lose Sigrun. Moriko treaded water for a few moments and then spotted her friend headed for the beach. She debated on going after her but instead was drawn to the gate. Cautiously she approaches it and then rests her hand upon it. [Momo touches the gate]
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Name: Moriko 'Momo' HP: 46/50 Kingdom: Green Rank: Bishop Miasma Count: 6 Appearance: Moriko is a redheaded Kitsune with green eyes and two tails. She is wearing loose comfortable clothing that allows her to move freely and a clawed knuckle weapon enchanted with fox fire. She's around 5'7
Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2013 9:17 pm
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Where Kiwi landed was almost familiar. Golden sands and rich jewels abounded. He picked up his fan, now quite in tatters, and stood, dusting off his rich crimson robes before peering about.
He was now underground, and not alone. It seemed everyone from the tower was here as well. Including the enemy. His eyes narrowed, searching for familiar faces. But they caught across a rather mysterious door by one corner of the cavern. He stepped over, fanning himself gently as he stared. An energy almost seemed to ebb from the door, calling to him ... He squinted and peered closer, pulling the Rusty Key from his pocket and holding it out, as though it might somehow fit.
Kiwi is investigating the Gate-Like Structure
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Kiwi's HP: 16/40 Rank: Pawn Current Location: Caves Miasma Collected: 4 Inventory: Rusty Key Character Kingdom: Gold Character's Miasma Colour: Gold Character description:
- He is a lanky citizen clothed in robes of black, layered over with simple red and gold embossed cloth. His brown hair is done up into a slightly loose and messy bun, held together with hairpins and adorned with giant red spider lilies and golden chains that dangle and loop down. Any jewelry he wears is also made of solid gold, matching his naturally golden eyes, which he is secretly quite proud of. And if one were to glimpse his bare back, they would find the crimson stain of wings etched across his skin.
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2013 9:17 pm
[Entering]
Splash
They hit sinking into the rather warm water before swimming to the top.
"So we lived, well that's good and look we got a bath all in one perfect. Now if I could only find something to blow dry my hair things would be amazing. OOOOOO look Matt treasure I wonder if we could use any back home." The blonde female replied rather chattily as if their near death fall was nothing more than riding down a water chute.
She then DOVE INTO THE WATER TRYING TO REACH THE TREASURE
Matt looked around, others were there some were touching some sort of chalice, drinking from it as if they would gain some sort of special reward. Others were touching a gate.
The only way he was touching a gate is if he was going home. s**t... his leather shoes were ruined.
Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2013 9:19 pm
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... But it was not the harsh fall Sinclair expected. Instead, warm water rose up past his arms, slid through his mouth, and he gasped, flailing aimlessly for the surface and spluttering for air. Water. At the bottom of the tower? Was this what the King had been hiding?
He heard splashing noises -- people falling into the lake, others splashing in it. Some even looked like they were playing. It was completely surreal.
Sinclair swam towards land. He wasn't made for water, and he needed to see more of this place. What exactly could the King have hidden from them, something so terrible it needed to be buried beneath the Tower?
First order of business -- he shook out his sodden clothes and inspected the gate. Its bright light seemed to beckon to him. And its shape looked familiar... almost like...
He dug through his pockets, fishing out the black card. It was damp now, drooping in his hands, and yet... that symbol behind the numbers...
Description: Sinclair's appearance is fairly unassuming; he is of average height, with dark hair and sable skin, clad in the simple clothes of the Silver Kingdom. His most noticeable traits are his bright pink eyes and (rather misplaced) confidence and optimism. He appears to be slightly injured, but carries an electromagnetic shock gem in his left hand, a gift from Zephyros in the White Kingdom.
Special Events: 9) You spot an odd rusted key. It actually seems extremely out of place in the staircase you are standing on. You pick it up 3) You feel a glimmer in the air: it seems like someone has left a valuable artifact here! You pick up +2 Miasma Points 10) You manage to find a glowing vial of what you realize are Miasma Points. You pick up +5 Miasma Points.
"This can't be right." Erebus didn't think that the Voice would lie to them. And yet, it spoke of a Tower that was not here, as far as the both of them could see.
He was suddenly yanked downwards along with Tomoko as the latter fell, and the both of them tumbled into the cave, right into the water. Which was a relief because smacking right into the rocky floor was not something Erebus thought would be particularly comfortable, even if they were dead. "Are you alright?" He spluttered, hand still tightly grasping hers. "Where are we..." His query trailed off as he stared around at the people around them.
"This doesn't look like a Tower."
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2013 9:19 pm
Mjoll stared at the one that just growled at her. "Honey Please - you'd just soil it. Let a lady handle this." She turned the Chalice over in her hands.
"Besides -- " She paused looking at his outfit, "Hm... where are you from?" She was still looking at the jewels and the craftsmanship of the piece, "Plus you don't know if it's real gold or not. I don't know how skilled you are at telling if it's real or not, but let a professional handle this." She added, "It might be fake..." There was a small pause -- oh she hoped it wasn't a trap.
Mjoll's well built with an hourglass figure. Her long blonde hair is braided and put up in a bun to keep it out of her way while adventuring, she also has bright ice blue eyes. She's dressed in something akin to riding clothes, she has a white puffy shirt on that has gold trim and creme colored pants with black riding boots that have golden design.
Finding nothing of real value, Millie pocketed a few small purple colored jewels to take back with her.
Exiting the water, Millie looked around at the others prodding the chalice embedded in the pedestal. She was no king, so Millie did the next sensible thing. Walk through the gate's churning center
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2013 9:25 pm
... Well. Sometimes there were unexpected occurrences in any experiment. This was simply another wrinkle. Malodore felt it had handled the situation with aplomb, at any rate...
... Ah. It remembered that one holding the chalice. A Silver ally, yet unpledged. Unobtrusively, it moved over nearer to the boy, keeping an eye on him. Still, that chalice was the most obvious thing there. So was the gate.
Obvious was boring.
Instead, Malodore began picking up treasures, examining them carefully before putting them down. Miasma might have meant power, but it was far from the only power available. Royal Blue was proof of that.
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2013 9:27 pm
Giving up again Sigrún thought of something and brought out the card she had picked up from the market place. Looking back at the water she returned and Dipped her card quickly into the warm clear water to see if it would do anything.
Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2013 9:28 pm
To be honest, landing in the water wasn't as comfortable as it sounded either, simply because surface tension had a way of leaving one with body-sized bruises if it was so inclined. Still, it was better than cracking her head open (again) on the hard rock that was the alternative option. Still, as she righted herself in the water, there were three thoughts that came to mind:
1) Yay, she still had her box and the key. The box was wet now though. Oh noooooo ;__;
2) She probably should have felt concerned about being in the water.. but she couldn't think of why (Spoiler: what color is she wearing)
3) This definitely wasn't the tower.
"Unless a tower can extend below ground. Like a reverse tower." Tomoko suggested, pulling herself closer to him in the water as she gave the room a careful look over. It seemed like everybody was investigating things. Like a chalice, and a gate, and treasure....
"I don't know how much miasma we're going to find down here..." she confessed, but carefully got up, motioning with her head towards the Chalice, heading towards it and giving those who were investigating it as well a cautious look.
Still, as they bickered over it, she couldn't help but try to pry a gem off of the chalice.
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2013 9:28 pm
Indeed the title was befitting for someone who considered themselves the Fool. After all, fools rush in where angels fear to tread.
In response the gate simply rippled, thick silver curves reflecting through an otherwise translucent surface. The Fool's reflection seemed to distort for a moment, turn oddly coloured, thick and deep red and white, a figure sleeping, eyes closed -
- And then a thin hand shot from within the other side of the gate, through the thin veil, fingers grabbing a tight hold of the one who had intruded upon the gate. From the fingers in the veil extended a thinner wrist still, and then ripples, curves, soft and pale whites and an odd, familiar blue.
She smiled. Her mouth moved to say something, but the voice was in the Fool's head alone.
< Hello, Clerise and Balthazar. >
And as she extended her full form from the other side of the gate, the veil, so did a second figure, almost imitating the first, both of them similar and just a slightly different. They ignored everything else for a second, gazing at each other levelly. The second spoke first.
"I come only for my kind."
<As do I.>
"This will be a truce until those who seek guidance return to where they belong."
<A promise then. >
And then something odder, as both forms oddly fell transparent, mere shadows reflected from the gate's surface. Both split directions-
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