Her sight. Of course it would be. Taking a deep breath, she stepped through into spacious darkness. The Voice spoke, telling her to find his true name. Stumbling forward, hands out in front of her, she moved around the room, bouncing off of other people doing the same. 'Sorry' she thought, though of course they couldn't hear her.
Kemnebi came to a ridge with steps on one end. Cursing steps and everything that had them, she walked up the stairs to see if anything was up there. Suddenly the ridge just ended and she tumbled to the floor. If she could growl, she would have.
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Name: Kemnebi Rank: Pawn Kingdom: Silver (previously Green) HP: 25/25 Appearance: Black hair pulled back in a ponytail, green eyes. Blood elf.
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Never as soon as most of the pain in her abdomen disappeared, she felt something slice along her back. Davyne gasped again, pitched forward and grappled unseeingly at the floor. Already she could feel the newly formed gouge on her back welling with blood. What the hell was going on here?! Slowly, she attempted to crawl away, but the pain and confusion worked against her and she managed to get nowhere at all.
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Name Davyne HP 6/25 Kingdom Silver Appearance Simplified version of this outfit.
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you and your ridiculous amount of damage emotion_kirakira
True king.... all this time, it had been thinking about the true king. the words that rang since the revival began, the words of the voice and its gold, all this time damien had wondered what it meant.
What was its goal and how did it have the means to get it. Since it began it wanted to find its one king and bring it up here, all in all, it meant whatever it was they would grab or do up here would be the means to obtain it, and eliminating the competition was just its way of weeding out the weak, or inept it the voice's eyes.
Something was up here, that all he could bet his life on. it was all a mater of finding it in this darkness, it made sense then that the gift of sight was taken away. it meant to inhibit, to deter. he was on the right track he was sure of it.
The wandering about, lost in thought was not wise when he bumped into something else, the exclamation of off was lost in the silence of the room and his throat. A cursory touch revealed a small structure, not like the nearby others, this one was short in stature. trailing down the side of the column left a gasping hole a gap that revealed a pool of fluid. wet but not thick, as far as he could tell.
What was its purpose in this place, why was it here? It was the only one out of the others that was special. it must have had a trick to it.
Without much second guessing, he steeled his nerves, and plunged his hand down into the fluid of the column. down as far as he could as the top of the structure hit the joint where arm met torso.
It had to be in here, it just had to be in this fountain of sorts. The way out of this nightmarish land, the way to send the other me home.
That item, just had to be right in here.
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Name: Damien HP: 25/25 Rank and alliance: Wild card of silver, former pawn of red Appearance: demi is a hellhound of the red kingdom, the gardener is now donned in greys and the telltale green marks on his ears and tail are muted are washed out now.
Feeling around while she was still down, just to see if there was any clue of value, she came into contact with ornate runes. She ran her fingers along them, keeping her body protectively over them, not wanting to get them smashed. Nothing.
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Name: Kemnebi Rank: Pawn Kingdom: Silver (previously Green) Appearance: Black hair pulled back in a ponytail, green eyes. Blood elf.
Wandering around like the blind fool that she was, Kemnebi banged her fingers against something. Silently yelping, she stuck her bruised finger in her mouth while she reached out gingerly with her undamaged hand.
It was some sort of metal...she thought. It almost seemed to breathe. And she felt something glaring at her. The Voice maybe? Just in cased she raised her hand and gave the chair the finger before going back to feeling it. At the base she found writing. Tracing the words: "Call my true name."
The Voice's true name? Well, what did she know of the voice? It was a liar...and it thought too much of itself. What had it said when she'd entered? There was no true king that could surpass the great king? That's who he must be, arrogant Voice that it was. Now she just needed to call out the name.
How was she to call anything when she couldn't speak? Maybe writing had the same effect? Biting down on the finger in her mouth, she drew blood and wrote: THE GREAT KING
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Name: Kemnebi Rank: Pawn Kingdom: Silver (previously Green) HP: 25/25 Appearance: Black hair pulled back in a ponytail, green eyes. Blood elf.
Rep's absolute panic only came to a halt as his foot found some conveniently placed grooves in the floor and he fell forward in a spectacular nosedive, not even able to bring his hands up in time to stop his face - and his nose taking the brunt of the fall.
He curled up in a ball.
Anything but the nose.
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Current HP remaining: 25/25 Damage/ Healing/ Defense done: N/A Target(s): N/A Rank Ability : Overpower - Used Kingdom ability: Royal Blue - Unused Character kingdom: Awakened Character's Miasma Colour: Blue Character description: Rep is still dressed like someone from blue kingdom, albeit, without a shirt or his glasses any longer.
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After he'd waited, to ensure he wasn't going to keel over and die from the liquid he sighed. Well, more of this then. He pushed away from the pillar, wandering along it a ways before moving beyond the only solid thing he had to go on. Endless wandering it seemed and then he nearly fell over something else.
This time though, it wasn't protruding from the ground, but a dip in it. He slumped down a bit, barely catching himself from falling face forward as he grimaced. Fine things they did to people in this room. Putting things where they DID NOT BELONG.
Well whatever. He traced his fingers lightly along the grooves, trying to understand but learning nothing. They seemed like they might be pretty, the handmade craft of a master, but he couldn't say more. Or well anything. It's lonely isn't it? Oh he was going to try and get him on HIS side? What a joke.
A contempt huff as he pushed himself up, intending to move again. Useless drawings he couldn't see or understand weren't going to get this over with.
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Name: Molan Current HP remaining: 25/25 Character kingdom: Silver Character's Miasma Colour: Silver Character description: There is no real life left in the faded blue eyes. The bright brilliant blue now a grayed hue almost. He was covered in a pale gray garb, a scarf wound loosely to create a hood. His face shadowed. His clothing was simple, so simplistic. His hair loose in the back. There were no ties, and little beauty was left. Merely the white haired man waiting for the end. He cares not for your battle, it's obvious such things no longer matter.
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She'd still been trying to crawl away from whoever, whatever it was that was really pretty obviously doing its best to kill her, when she was attacked one final time - stabbed straight through the stomach. Davyne's last thoughts were of confusion, as her hands clung desperately to the sword that had run her through.
And then she faded.
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Exiting and respawning at ground floor! Name Davyne HP 0/25 DEAD Kingdom Silver Appearance Simplified version of this outfit.
Sighing she wished she could read the tomes it would make her so happy but clearly that wasn't what she was supposed to be. She was supposed to be miserable, in despair, the voice...quickly she looked around not that it helped but thought maybe something could help her try and speak to the voice. She might have an idea as to who or what it was looking for. Too bad she couldn't see as she ran smack in to the table again.
Erintis OOC
Name: Erintis HP: 25 Found: book Kingdom: Silver Appearance: Erintis is wearing ancient greek robes and seems to be un-phased by her death but kind of ticked off all the same.
He stood again, wobbling along in the dark further until his hands ran along something. An odd surface, seeming to vibrate... but not. No that wasn't the word he wanted at all. He wasn't sure how to put it, but some form of dread tried to add itself, as if eyes were on him as he traced his hand over the thing.
A chair, a seat... he used slightly, wondering. And then he found it, the engraving of words, a small smirk playing on his face as he mused over it. And then a n** at his thumb until he could taste the coppery fluid as he attempted to give his answer. He couldn't speak it, but he could certainly show them his thought.
An end. He wrote it out below the engraving, wondering if anyone had done similar to him. Well. Who cared, he was merely doing as requested, following steps like the pawn in a game a chess he was.
He then shifted, intending to leave the area, but his hand brushed against something familiar, similar. He realized what it was. Something he had made, yes the more skilled of the two voice. He was the one to create such a simple thing. Because it 'suited' them.Tsk, and her apparently. He reached out, thinking to punish that silly child for even daring to keep it at this point. And then his hand halted, as if not his own. A few inches away in the darkness.
Don't. Oh for good heavens sake... he wasn't gone yet. You've hurt them enough, can't you sleep too? No. He had things to do, and end to this madness and pointless existence. He was done being a silly figment of his own imagination. Then go. He didn't want to. For all your talk of wanting it to stop, you aren't taking the option. Ch, he grimaced at the darkness, willing himself to move again. Apparently going near things HE liked was a bad idea at this point. It's alright, I can say goodbye for you.
And with that he once more found himself that shard of a voice, his hands not his own. A low grumble in his voice. Apparently the 'voice' didn't speak enough to crush and shatter that pathetic whelp of himself. Wanting it gone for good wasn't enough. Well, he'd just wait. There would be another time soon. He'd find it.
Right, it was still dark... he... had to be careful. He gingerly reached out, trying to find Olivia int he darkness again. She'd likely be sad, crying. She always seemed to be at this point. It was his fault again, he'd done another wrong. Not being strong enough to even deal with himself. Well, even if it was all he could do, perhaps this much would help. Even if he couldn't make it right.
He finally seemed to find her, well a shoulder he thought, and shifted to try and catch her in a hug, intending to pull her to him. How else could he convey his apology? He had no voice, no sight, nothing. He could only hope it was enough.
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Name: Molan Current HP remaining: 25/25 Character kingdom: Silver Character's Miasma Colour: Silver Character description: There is no real life left in the faded blue eyes. The bright brilliant blue now a grayed hue almost. He was covered in a pale gray garb, a scarf wound loosely to create a hood. His face shadowed. His clothing was simple, so simplistic. His hair loose in the back. There were no ties, and little beauty was left. Merely the white haired man waiting for the end. He cares not for your battle, it's obvious such things no longer matter.
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IT'S OK OLIVIA YOU CAN CRY. HUGZZZZ PS: I don't think we're going to try and explain this in drawing on hands.
Zoobey
Molan is guessing an end because that's just what he wants. neutral
Wondering what could possibly be the point of this room Erintis found herself wandering a little more, this time she managed to find a chair...no a throne. Smirking, this king had guts to let them in the throne room. Even if they couldn't do damage just yet.
Running her hands along the chair she felt a carving "Call my true name"
Call? Well how was she to call anything? Maybe something in the room could help her. Repeating the idea of hell in her mind over and over again.
Erintis OOC
Name: Erintis HP: 25 Found: book, Throne Kingdom: Silver Appearance: Erintis is wearing ancient greek robes and seems to be un-phased by her death but kind of ticked off all the same.
Evan opened the next door and was immediately engulfed in darkness. He immediately tried to scramble backwards, hoping that would restore his sight, but his back hit the wall. The door had closed behind him, trapping him inside the room. There was no longer an option to turn back. Panic rolled through him, followed quickly by despair and, finally, acceptance as he swallowed it all down. There was no point to being afraid now, frightening as the situation was. At least there were no stairs.
And then Evan took a step forward and tumbled up what felt like stairs. Okay, I'm done now.
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Name: Evan Roberts Current HP remaining: 25/50 Location: Final Floor
Character description: Tall, broad, muscular build. Short dirty blonde hair, green eyes. Dressed in utilitarian clothing: think surplus pants, boots, and a plain shirt.
It didn't seem to work when there was so much darkness around. She couldn't even remember where she had been but as she felt around the chair she realized that there was metal. Well if it needed to have a true name called then perhaps blood would suffice in the calling it forth.
Pricking her finger on the metal from the chair she very carefully walked back to the books and wrote on one of the pages Death. Surely the king that was missing was Death himself.
Zoobey
Erintis' Guess is Death himself
Erintis OOC
Name: Erintis HP: 25 Found: book, Throne Kingdom: Silver Appearance: Erintis is wearing ancient greek robes and seems to be un-phased by her death but kind of ticked off all the same.
81 - 100: At last you come across something so different, the cool, sharp hum of metal. But unlike any other, this metal seems to hum and breathe. It feels like someone is gazing reproachfully at you. You run you fingers along the metal and make out something: a throne perhaps, a chair, tall and spanning forwards. The seat is empty. - At the base of the chair, engraved into the metal are a few words: "Call my true name"
Uru entered the threshold and saw nothing. The floor was complete darkness. Immediately he stopped moving, unsure if there was anything on this floor. Inching a foot forward showed that there was no elevation of the floor. There were no stairs. Was this a room, more than a floor like the previous? If that is the case, perhaps it is the last place of this tower... If it was the last place, the Voice was defending itself again.
First the ability to hear.
Second the ability to speak.
Third the ability to see.
Cautious, the Silver inched forth, slowly and surely. Feeling presences past by him, he reached out to touch whatever it was that was there but grabbed nothing. His arms swept in a small 45 degree radius in front of him, his arms alternating turns of sweeps until touching something. Initially he believed it to be metal - cold and hard, but this, this was alive. Something was written upon it as his fingers traced over them.
Name Davyne
