Finding the chair again with ease, Millie seemed confused. Was she supposed to name the chair, the last king or the voice....
The book she had found was destruction. Was the chair a piece too? She struggled to remember what all the pieces were. She was sure the chair was one, but the stairs made no sense.
If she was to name the voice, the answer would have been the amulet sine it was so boastful about creating things, but there was no amulet in the room... not all the pieces of the Legacy was there. Of course they weren't. They were scattered through time. The book and chair was here though... "Call my true name" the chair said. She called out it's name, but nothing happened. Of course. She was still mute.
Sitting down on the throne, she sat on her waist pouch again. It was uncomfortable so she took it off and nearly threw it across the room.
Feeling inside, she found the little purple gem she brought back from the bottom of the Silver Tower still there.
Pulling it out and holding it, she felt her way to the back of the throne where she could find a large enough piece of metal to draw on.
Using the gem, she attempted to scrawl the name of the throne on it. Feeling with her fingers, she couldn't tell if the gem was scratching it or not.
If that really wasn't working... Millie couldn't tell, so she did the next best thing since there was nothing else to write with. She jabbed the gem in her palm. Pain means I'm alive right? How can you keep telling me I'm a fragment of a memory? She thought angrily at the voice as she scrawled its name on the chair in her blood.
"Power"
zoobey
I tried making you a paper mache butt but I couldn't find the fountain XD
His fingers touched something familiar. Stairs, yet again. The same pair most likely, and he wasn't about to go tumbling into the unknown ...
But it still bothered him. The way they rose, seemed a fitting place for the throne. The perfect height from which a King of Pride could judge everything around him.
He felt his way slowly back across to the throne, and attempted to move it towards the stairs.
He opened the door and stepped inside, stumbling in a blackness as absolute as the silence that had preceded it. Something drew him on, but it was surreal, and there was nothing comforting stumbling blind in silence and blackness.
He moved slowly, not sure what he was looking for, until his hands met something cool and flat. A table, one he explored cautiously until he found the familiar texture of a massive book. He couldn't move it, though he stroked his hand carefully over the pages, wondering if anyone had come here that could read it.
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61 - 80: You feel something, a table, and then the soft crinkles of an aged book. It is too heavy to lift, though it is open.
You feel something, a table, and then the soft crinkles of an aged book. It is too heavy to lift, though it is open.
Gilly stumbled through the doors. Immediately losing sight as she passed through the threshold. Gilly grabbed for her eyes, thinking they were taken from her. But ended up poking them instead.
"ouch." There was nothing said really, but she mouthed it anyways. Gilly reached out her hands, hoping to find a friendly body, there were so many who walked up the steps before her, they must be here somewhere.
Her hands landed on the side of something stiff. She ran her hands up the side of it and passed onto it's surface. Some kind of pillar or table, Gilly thought to herself. She passed both hands over the top of the table slowly, seeing if there was anything there. She was hoping for a light.
Crinkle, her hands passed over a book. She accidentally pushed one of the pages up and creased it.
"Oh." Gilly mouthed. She didn't mean to dent the book. She tried to smooth the page down but ended up ripping it out... "Oops." She mouthed again. She blushed from embarrassment. She took the ripped page and put it in her pocket.
Continuing on, he stumbled on grooves in the floor, trying to catch his balance before dropping to his knees and examining these with his fingers as well. It was a strange place, and it felt like a puzzle, One he had to assemble blind, with pieces in the dark and fables about Great Kings.
Pride of the great King... "my" Pride.... No true king... Answer answer, what was the answer?
Moving on from the grooves, his foot hit something solid. His fingers reached out, smoothing over something cold and metallic, something that felt quite out of place in the rest of the room that he could not see. It seemed to breathe beneath his hand, and Mengyao frowned in the darkness, stepping closer.
It was a chair - no, a throne. Something regal, something grand. And as his hand moved over the surface he could feel something, something at the base - words, carved into the metal.
It took him several tries, his fingers repeatedly moving over the letters, to figure out exactly what it said.
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Current HP remaining: 110 Damage done: Target(s): N/A Rank Ability : BESERK MODE Kingdom ability: Unused Character kingdom: Edric (Regalia) Character's Miasma Colour: Gold Character description:BAM
She didn't get far from the Fountain, when she finally decided to go on her own again.
In fact she literally stood up.
And fell over grooves.
It was pretty groovy.
She did not like this.
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Current HP remaining: 57/60 Rank: Queen Kingdom ability: Unused Character kingdom: Edric (Regalia) Character's Miasma Colour: Gold Character description:IT'S A SKETCH BUT HAHAHHA
LP rolled 1 100-sided dice:
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2013 2:04 pm
When Mjoll entered the floor the last thing she saw was "You lose your sight." This truly was see no evil, hear no evil, and speak no evil.
She stumbled dumb, deaf and blind around. She stumbled right into a metal object. Feeling around it felt much like a chair, she even sat in it. To see how it felt, definitely a chair, a throne? Was it the throne the story spoke about...?
She got up and continued feeling the throne, pausing, Call my true name.. Mjoll had no idea who to call. Who was it? It wasn't pride, was it? She needed to search more, maybe there'd be something to help her figure out what was going on.
Current Location: Tower Floor 2 Character description:
Mjoll's well built with an hourglass figure. Her long blonde hair was left unbraid but with some pulled up in a bun so as not to drag the ground. Her ice blue eyes are as hollow as her soul. She has a plain cream dress on with white shoes.
If the throne did indeed move, it was drug to the stairs, and carefully up them. Otherwise, he cursed his ill luck and continued to feel his way along the room, making a mental note to avoid any and all stairs in the near future.
Reading the sign above this doorway, he hesitated. He'd hunted in the dark before, but he strongly suspected this was going to be something other than ordinary darkness, where there was typically light from the moon, or the stars...
Stepping through the door...it was black. Completely and utterly dark, as if his eyes has been removed or rendered totally useless. Forcing himself to take a slow breath, Uluiru cautiously stepped further into the room.
As he took another step, he almost fell over...something on the floor. What...was that?! Wrinkling his brow thoughtfully, he reached down, using his fingertips to trace the floor, finding a series of ornate grooves. They had to mean something--who put grooves in a floor without their serving some other purpose?!
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Name: Uluiru HP remaining: 42/50 Target(s): Damage / Healing / Defense done: Rank: Wild Card Character kingdom: Silver Character's Miasma Colour: Silver Character description: Short, and delicately slim, with bronzed skin, green eyes and dark auburn hair, left longish (about shoulder length). His attire is simple and functional, if also dull and undecorated.
The chair was a conundrum. Mengyao stepped away from it, turning his head silently, taking a few steps to the left. If he stretched his arms out, he could touch another one of the pillars - but this one was smaller, less wide, and he took another step -
- his fingers brushed against someone, someone petite with cool skin and a small hand which he inadvertently grabbed, steadying himself as he tripped half into a little pool. Something about the hand felt familiar, but Mengyao let go after only a second, moving on to the area beyond the pillar, and the small pool that lay at his feet.
It felt like water.
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Current HP remaining: 110 Damage done: Target(s): N/A Rank Ability : BESERK MODE Kingdom ability: Unused Character kingdom: Edric (Regalia) Character's Miasma Colour: Gold Character description:BAM
You feel a small pillar, unlike the pillars in the center. This one is shorter. When you reach towards it, you fall into it, like reaching into a fountain. You feel something liquid, water perhaps, within it.
Gilly walked away from the table with the book, feeling around for someone, anyone. She just wanted to know she wasn't here alone. The Voice, was no comfort here.
Her hand pressed against another object. It was cold and round to the touch. Gilly felt up and around the pillar. She paused when she reached the top. She didn't want to knock anything over, so she carefully reached across the top of the pillar. Her hand sunk. Splash! The top of the pillar was really a dip. Into some kind of liquid, it was freezing, but Gilly registered it as hot at first. She pulled her hand out and put it in her mouth.
After she realized it wasn't burned, she wiped it on her clothes, and felt around for anything else. She put her hand into the basin, trying to see if there was something inside the liquid.
Gilly sighed. She didn't know what to do. Maybe this is what the Voice meant by disappointing.
