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 Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 5:16 pm
The mysterys grew deeper the more he wandered, the more he searched. Things came and went had he gave up things, (maybe), he just knew now that he shouldn't look back, that he should just keep moving, keep fighting. A cave he'd seen, the hints of a Goddess- He wandered, he explored. As he looked to the items at the end, a thing came. And Carmus tensed. It was not hurting him, not yet, and he hesitated, he waited. And then- then he moved. It was slow, taking the knife, watching the beast as it watched him. An offering- the only thing to offer- A small cut, pain. It always came back to pain. Carmus sighed, then frowned as he was pushed back, the beast looking different. Then the world changed once more, all because he went to look at what he'd done. Look in the bowl. Moving, there was a threat- an enemy of unknown. Carmus didn't think too hard, lashing out with his hand, not wanting to rely on the gun, not knowing where it was. The weapon came back, he went forward, he fought, using what was easies, his hands, claws- they were a part of him. When the opportunity came however, claws were not all he could feel- feelings, knowledge of what he had- he used it. It was new, it was powerful. An offer, a whisper, Carmus wanted and he had begun to feel just what he wanted. What he desired. So what did he have to do? He dared. Take power. Take control. Take what was not his, make it his. Take power when the opportunity came. A weapon was power- had he not learned this? Wasn't this what he wanted? Was it? Carmus was unsure, still, he did his best. he did what was needed. Do what he had to to survive. Death was easy to give. A gasp of air, Carmus opened his eyes, cave unchanged. He'd made an offering. He'd given something up, but for what purpose? 
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Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 5:33 pm
The cavern's new, a lot different from the city-landscape of the Ruins. He looks at each object: The Slab, The Bowl, The Shapes.
The crescent shape in particular sticks out.
Maybe for more reason than one.
Something large creeps out of the shadows, and Iron's first instinct is to go for a weapon. He realizes there's one on the table. He takes it, and waits. He can make sense of some of the decorations, of the slab, of its meaning, and always wanting to know, he touches the edge of the knife.
Something seeps out. Goes into the bowl. Right, using the objects. The creature takes a drink. He's reminded of goddesses, everything. This is how it is, how they do it every time. Offerings. Offerer. He's not the beast. But one day, he could be. He looks into the bowl, and gets drawn in. Something tells him to move, and he does.
He fights. He fights with his hands. He keeps on fighting, and it feels good, and-
He gets beheaded.
He's in the lair, and they're too close to the lava pit. But the Moon Hunters are supposed to line up, he thinks its stupid, but-
Lava's washing over him, and all the skin's coming away from his bones. The heat's impossible, unbearable, raw nerves in the open air and the thick, molten lava, and he's shaking, and why won't it end, shouldn't it end, shouldn't it give out.
Somebody's holding him. Lifting him.
Everything hurts, and he can't even make a sobbing noise against their chest.
The memory gets lost, like all the others. There was nothing left for him here.
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Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 5:40 pm
Finding herself on the spire, Ruse walked up the large monument, with no particular destination set in mind. She was letting her heart dictate were to go, the continual urge to search keeping her on her feet and moving. Ahead of her she could see a dark hole set into the side of the spiral, but what interested her more was seeing the goddess of ruin enter the gap. Curious, she ran the rest of the way and entered as well. Once inside, she was able to see the large rock in the middle of the cave, along with the bowl on top. She examined the bowl, finding it was far to heavy to lift by herself. There was simple shapes on the bowl, and upon examining the shapes, she found the mark of the goddess herself in the form of a crescent moon, and other shapes that seemed familiar, but she could not place them... Suddenly Ruse could hear something moving in the back of the cavern, and saw the beast as it emerged and drew closer. The thing was massive, easily able to eat her on one gulp. And as much as she liked to fight, she was pretty sure this thing would clobber her in a instant. She held still, watching as the beast looked at her, then the bowl, then back. It was obvious it wanted her to do something, so she looked at the bowl again. Next to it was a knife she had not seen before. ....Really, that's what it wanted her to do? Since she had no other options, Ruse picked up the knife and cut herself with it. Something came out of the wound, but before she could see it the beat leapt forward and left it up. Gratitude enveloped her being, and she could see the beasts eyes had a bright glow to them now. When it nodded to the bowl, she moved towards it, only to find herself being sucked into it. Now she was in another place, the sky above all but fog. Something in her head told her to move, so she jumped to the left, landing with her cloaking flapping in the- Wait a sec, a Cloak?. It appeared she wasn't 'her', anymore, so she just rolled with it for now. She had just dodged some sort of shinning attack. She heard something roaring at her to focus. She would have used her sword, but realize that she didn't need one. She was a weapon, with a plethora of abilities she could use. She oped for Her power, wanting to wipe out her opponent in a single attack. To show just how powerful she was. ' Fool' Before she realized what had happened, her opponent had gutted her with their weapon. She fell to the ground, watching them scowl at their clean outfit being covered with blood. She felt shame and anger boiling up inside of her, knowing she had been powerful, but now she had been defeated, her blood spilling from her as she faded into oblivion... Only to wake up in the dark cave once more. With a tired sigh, she grabed the items that had appeared, and exited.
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Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 5:45 pm
She came to find something - there was always something, waiting just there on the edge of her memory, but she couldn't quite reach it. So she searched, and this time, her search led her to the carvern near the spiral. It was the first time she'd come here. That meant it held promise for finding whatever it was she'd lost. She knew she'd know it when she saw it. She followed the path that she'd seen the Goddess of Ruin take, and her hands reached out as she traversed the inside of the cavern until she reached the altar. Immediately, she reached for the bowl. A moment of trying confirmed that it was laughable to think she could ever budge it. But her fingers passed over the shapes, feeling each and every one. They stopped at the shape that looked so familiar. So annoyingly familiar. But none of that mattered when a giant, truly giant monster emerged to get in her way. She rose her axe up, and held it out defensively, but her hands were shaking. She heard Hale's words in her head. They echoed like a warning. They made her fight. ((exit to fite-o))
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Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 5:57 pm
Tiletk was probably guilty of one thing and one thing only and that was trying to track down Fayre to make sure she would be alright. He had no reason to be here but he also had all of the reasons to be here - there was little stopping him from taking the paths she took to watch over her.
He'd made a promise.
He was watchful of her because he cared for her and once within the cavern he had a sense of dread and not because Fayre was trying to touch things or look them over. The bowl was glanced at but not meaningfully examined, the whole area was ritualistic almost and it made him ...
Made him what?
His thoughts were scattered upon sight of the larger creature, Tiletk sucked in some breath, "Fayre!" Tiletk finally called out, "I'm here to help." ((Exit to Fight)) x2 x1
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Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 6:00 pm
L'Cakepies hadn't been to an altar before, and he'd never seen a creature that big before either. He looked at the objects in front of him, and for a strange moment considered throwing them around in the air in an amusing manner. Da-da-dada-!Instead he stood still. He picked up an object. The beast seemed alright with that. He tested the blade- OUCH! Sharp! ...and the creature seemed okay with that too. Some of himself started dripping in the bowl, and the big thing came over to drink. So long as it wasn't attacking him, that was A-OK. At least, it was ok until he found himself somewhere else. Somewhere he needed to move- and fight- ok. Well. Fighting could be fun. Sometimes. He used his- claws, yes, that seemed ok. And he did that for a while. But he liked variety! So he danced around, and used...his thing, it was familiar, and- There was a whispering. He listened. It wanted him to...? Take their weapon. O...okay- He took it. Actually, it was pretty easy. The next part's easy too. L'Cakepies brings the weapon down. Really, he's done this loads of times before... And things are pretty good. He's got a weapon. The other guy's not going to bother him anymore. He looks over his...well, you know, what all he's earned...which is pretty lonely. I mean, maybe the other guy could have stuck around, and they could have fought again- He's back in the cavern, and back from his powertrip. He leaves feeling a more...less. Than he was. Somehow.
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Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 8:03 pm
The Spire was new territory to him, and Imuiel had cautiously wandered around the ragged terrain, always careful to mark a few makeshift landmarks as he passed by in order to better find his way back later. He hadn't been here long, and suddenly seeing the red Goddess advance across the horizon had given him pause--this was one he hadn't had any dealings with yet, and Imuiel wasn't entirely sure if it was such a good idea. After a good, long pause in which he calmly thought out the pros (more information, more experience, observing a new area) versus the cons (potential destruction by a wrathful Goddess for his intrusion, which was a pretty big con and therefore counted for all of them), Imuiel began to carefully make his way forward, nearing the spiral with some trepidation. Well, he could at least give it a shot, he reasoned. Nothing ventured, nothing gained.
The cavern was dully lit, and Imuiel had to squint in order to make out much of it. There was a bowl of titanic proportions atop an altar of equally behemoth size, and shapes were somewhat crudely cut into pretty much everything. He decided to examine the shapes, pausing before each of the larger carvings on the walls to inspect them before moving on. Those let in light, though not a terribly large amount of it, and as he turned to eye those on the altar, the Goddess's crescent moon seemed to leap out at him, along with another shape--what was that? He knew he'd seen it before, but he couldn't place where. That was...frustrating. Nearing it, Imuiel reached out to trace it with his fingers, too focused on the mystery shape to notice the clicking of claws on stone until it was too late.
The beast had stirred from its slumber, and he slowly looked up at it, swallowing nervously. This was a con he hadn't expected to run into, but he hastily added it to the list--being devoured by a large beast. He wished he would have known that sooner, even if it wouldn't have influenced his decision. Too much, anyway.
He held perfectly still, blinking at the monster as it began to look back and forth from the bowl to him. Well, that was a cue if he ever saw one--but for what? Imuiel almost started when he noticed the knife, reaching out to grasp it with the same slow, careful movements so as to not rally the beast into attacking. Now that he had it in his hand, the creature's eyes were locked on him, glowing dimly in the cavern like dying coals.
It wanted something from him, and that something involved the bowl. Imuiel reasoned that he only had one chance to get this right, lest he be summarily ingested, and therefore, he froze, thinking. This certainly did seem like a place of sacrifice--so why not give that a try? He cut his hand with the knife, jaw clenching as he felt something leave him to slide into the bowl beneath his hand. Moving with surprising quickness, the creature bolted forward, lapping up whatever mystery substance had exited his wound with such eagerness that Imuiel didn't get to see just what it was. When it stepped back, its eyes were alight with a new fire, and he could feel...gratitude emanating from the creature, as if he had done it a great service. Odd. It nodded to the bowl, and he hesitantly looked in, not even managing to cry out as he was sucked inside.
Landing on the ground was not as soft as he would've liked, and he blinked up at a strange sky, momentarily stopped before an overwhelming feeling caused him to move to the left, rolling just in time to avoid being killed by...whatever that was. He jerked to his feet, moving back easily, as if trained for as long as he could remember, his cloak waving around him--cloak? That was...not there before.
He had to focus, though. He didn't need a weapon, Imuiel realized with a small smirk--after all, who needed a weapon when you were one, body and soul?
He used his hands, watching for a second or two as they morphed into sharp claws that swung upwards to block his opponent's strike with ease. He sliced at them again, and the hit landed, giving him plenty of an opening to push forward, forcing his enemy back. Imuiel continued to use his claws, feeling a prickle as thick fur gradually covered his arms, the feeling alien, yet reassuring. Fighting was so easy, like it was second nature--his opponent didn't seem to stand a chance, and he slashed at them one more time before dancing back out of their reach.
He had another power, something building that he could feel--just what it was, he wasn't sure, but at the same time, he knew it, deep within his bones. Power coursed across his skin, raw and unstoppable, and with a pulse, he felt himself grow bigger, triggering a wave of elation as he reveled in it. Something was there, though--something else, lurking and waiting.
Ignoring it for the time being, Imuiel continued to grow, watching as his enemy tried in vain to keep striking him. The injuries were nothing, trivial--he himself was unstoppable. New wings stretched, and he let out a feral roar, feeling another rush of power. He was a Goddess, just like the others, and he would not be stopped by some infinitesimal opponent that tried to fell him with nothing more than a plaything! Swiping a clawed hand down, Imuiel grasped his assailant tightly, lifting them high into the air with a predatory grin on his face. His grip gradually tightened, and with it, his enemy was slowly crushed, their shining weapon giving a shudder as it fell from their hands and shattered like glass on the ground far below. He released the fresh corpse, laughing as he lifted himself into the air with massive wings, cutting through the fog with each wingbeat.
Nothing holds him back. It is a feeling of power, of limitless strength, euphoria--and somewhere deep within, Imuiel realized that he was truly alone.
He awoke with a start, claws digging into the floor of the cavern as much as the ground would give. The place, while it had formerly been illuminated at least somewhat, was now almost pitifully dark, the red from before drying to a muted crimson similar to faded blood. There wasn't much left for him hear, Imuiel realized--and so, taking a few things from the altar, he left.
Exit.
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 10:37 pm
She had never been to the cavern before, never set foot near it; how could she not have, though? It seemed like such an obvious place to go. Still, until this point, she could not imagine having visited it at all before finding this group; her new battle companions would surely improve their odds. On top of that, The Goddess herself (Ruin, in specific) was making her way up the spire, disappearing and then reappearing on a regular basis before this... surely, there was something up there worth seeing.
Raum followed the bright red slashes, to make it to the cave, and inside it was lit by the crackes. She glanced across the contents of the room, one hand resting lightly on one of her pistols the whole while, prepared to draw. With her free hand, she examined the altar, and found that it had been ruined with cracks again. It was a little disturbing, admittedly, and she didn't want to think of what it could ahve been used for.
She didn't really want to touch the bowl, but she did get a bit closer to see the markings.
As she was examining it, she heard something muffled at the back of the cave, and she'd already drawn one of the pistols by the time the glowing eyes appeared. She was pretty sure she would be eaten whole if she did anything but fight it, so fight it she did.
She was sure her companions would be game, too.
[[ To the battle thread! ]]
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 11:05 pm
After entering the alter, Vassou had heard something muffle. As if someone or something was moving closer towards him.He was in shock to see a giant cat-like creature. He knew it would be best to Hold Still instead of attacking it. It looked dangerous, dangerous indeed. It seemed to be uninterested in him as if it was waiting for something. It seemed to be looking at the bowl on the ground that was close by, but he wasn't stupid to move. He'd rather hold still once more until he knew it'd be safe to move. After he had picked up a knife, he used it to cut his hand, letting the red liquid pour into the bowl. The cat-like creature lapped up the liquid, but then everything seemed wrong. Something in your mind screamed move.Vassou needed to move to the left, but it was different. There was a cloak that he didn't have before. He realized that he was a weapon now. He smiled widely as he learned it was time to attack now. Vassou used his hands against the creature. His hands had become claws and were covered in metal. It only seemed right to use another skill to beat the crap out of the cat-like creature. As he felt confident in his skill something kept bugging him. It seemed like a soft whisper. Vassou listened to the whisper as he felt it was time to take his opponents weapon away. The soft voice tickled his ear drum as if it promised him something special. It seemed right to just end this right here. He smiled widely as he ripped the weapon out of their hands as if he was taking candy from a baby. He brought the weapon down to kill them. A fit of dark laughter escaped his lips as he was happy to see them die. It was time to take his new kingdom. He had to do it.He ended up waking up back in the alter room with a frown on his face as he left. Loot:,
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 12:51 am
[Eir Enters from The Spire!]
"Okay..."
The cavern lies on the side of the spiral. It doesn't look like much: a wide, dark gap set not quite halfway up one of the three massive Spirals. It would be easy to ignore it, easy to overlook if not for the fact that something can be seen going in and out of it.
It's even more suspicious when the Goddess of Ruin herself can be seen making the trip up the spire to it, disappearing only to reappear hours later.
So he has a question to ask the Goddess. And finding her in the Shrine would be near impossible since he already know how LOST his feet can bring him.
But luck was at his side today.
The path is easy to find and easier to follow. Three bright red slashes left on ruins indicate the path to follow.
What's more, he saw someshadow he knew entered the cave. Raumias. Now she's wielding a pair of gun which looked quite cool...wait, let's focus here, thought Eir, pinching his cheek for aiding concentration.
Following the female, battle-loving shadow's trail, he arrived at the cave.
The inside is lit by the cracks on the wall; each crack is in an odd shape, yet there is enough light to make out the contents of the room. It is barren, with a raised slab of rock in the middle. A simple bowl-like object rests on top of it.
Is this...an altar? It was a crude one, but after Eir examined it for a bit, it was clear that this single slab of rock weren't of natural occurence: someone has somehow cut a piece of larger rock into this shape. Since the bowl atop the altar looks too heavy and may tilt (and fall) with even the slightest stimuli, he decided to leave it alone for now...
Wait.
Where did I SEE this shape before? Eir racked his brain as he saw a familiar figure between all others etched on the bowl's sides. It was also etched on the altar's rims...
Not good. He can't seem to remember.
Suddenly, from the back of the cavern something stirs. You can hear the muffled thud of each step as a large beast emerges from the darkness, staring at him with dull glowing eyes.
Behind the beast, he can see Raumias---and few other shadows, presumably who entered this cave before them, already brandishing their weapons to the creature.
"-I'm not that hot-headed," Grunted Eir as he moved back to the table...
The creature gaze followed him closely-wait, no. It occasionally stealing glances to something beside---
A knife? Heh. I know full well what I can do with this.
Following the other shadows, Eir lets out a yell-
And threw the knife at the monster's eye!
[Eir Exits to BATTLE THREAD!]
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 1:22 am
[Enter] Impah enters the small entrance to the side of the spire. Its not much, it doesn't stand out to her...and yet she feels oddly compelled to go to it. At first she watched it, sitting on one of the rocks with her chin tucked in her hands. There was something constantly going in, and coming back out. It was even more interesting when the Goddess of Ruin came from it. And would return hours later.
Though ruin was not her own goddess, a goddess walking amongist them was rare, and if the cave held a blessing deep within it, Impah wanted to know. Slipping quietly after the goddess of ruin, She follows a easy path into a large room with odd markings and a raised stone in the middle.
And in the middle of the raised stone is a bowl. She's far more interested in that, not caring about the odd shapes. her hand touches it, running over the surface until she cups it in her hands and tries to lift.
"Oof." It's way too heavy for her to pick up. As if her small sound was a boom, something stirred deep within the cavern, the heavy foots steps leaving thundering. Her hand instantly draws the sword as the beast emerges. And in one look Amphi knows, This time she cannot be Prey.
She Attacks.
[Exit]
[Enter]
The battle was hard, And Impah's body regenerates slowly until the wounds were covered. Even as she did so though, she came back victorious, proving that this time around...she had been the predator.
Battle Thread: [HERE]
Loot: 1x Black Claws, 1x Blue Seal
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 3:02 am
For an unknown reason Naiad had followed the goddess to this place. Taking a look around she saw that the cavern lay on the side of an odd spiral. It did not impress her much but since the goddess of ruin had gone in she felt that she should check it out herself. She had also watched the goddess leave and something else coming to and from the entrance for a while as well.
Curious, Naiad made her way up the easily found path. The three bright red slashes to one side of the ruin had indicated the way. Once she had entered the cavern she noticed that it was lit by cracks in the wall. The cracks formed odd shapes and yet gave off enough light for her to see what was there. A raised slab in the middle with a bowl like object on top. Blinking she decides to examine the shapes as the other two object seemed a bit obvious.
They seem to be everywhere, even on the alter and bowl. There are many simplistic ones but she was able to pick out a few. The one that caught her attention the most though was the crescent moon, the one that was seen on the goddess herself. One of the others though makes her growl in frustration as she knew she had seen it before but was not sure as of where. Then there was the fact that the ones on the wall were deeper than the ones on the alter or bowl, thus letting in more light.
Something in the back of the cavern stirs and catches her attention. The muffled THUD of each step of the beast makes her shiver as the beast emerges from the darkness. It stared at her with glowing eyes, it was large and she knew that it could easily swallow her whole. Gulping she holds very still and watches it.
It also seems to be waiting for something. It looks at the bowl and then back at her. Gulping she tries to figure out what it wants as she notices something next to the bowl that she had not seen before. It was long and thin with red cracks going along the surface of one side. At first glance it looked like it was part of the table and she slowly picks it up. Naiad's eyes widen as she realizes that it is a knife. She could tell the creature was still watching her.
Holding still once more, she holds the knife and watches as the creature continues looking between her and the bowl. Gulping she holds the knife closer for a moment as she tries to decide what the beast is wanting. Finally she steps up to the alter and cuts her palm with the knife over the bowl. When she does she feels something leave her and go into the bowl below. The creature pushes her back away from the alter then and laps p the contents before Naiad could tell what it was that had left her. Then it looks at her and bows it's massive head. When it's head lifts she could tell it's eyes were now sharp with a glow about them. The feeling of gratitude that enveloped her made her smile slightly before she watched it nod toward the bowl once more.
Naiad stepped towards the bowl once more but before she could even grab the edge she felt herself get sucked into it! Wincing as she landed on the ground she cracked her eyes open and saw that she was now in a area filled with gray fog. She knew all of a sudden that she had to move!
Rolling to the left she notices something bright and shiny slamming into the ground where she had just been. Her eyes widened and she jumps to her feet, a cloak flapping about her as she bounced slightly on her feet backwards. Then her eyes widen further as she realizes that she is but isn't this person! She knew that she had never worn a cloak and yet now she was.
Naiad hears a roar coming towards her and it brings her back into focus. Her eyes narrow as it occurs to her she did not need a weapon to battle the beast she knew was near. She was one and she knew she had plenty of choices on how to battle. Looking at herself she smiles again. She always liked using her hands.
With that though she watched as her hands grew in size and density, the small manicured nails atop dainty fingers turning into solid muscle and claw. The claws themselves sharp as metal and she finds herself easily blocking the glowing weapon that the opponent swings at her. Slashing with her free hand she grins evilly as she scores a hit on the opponent in front of her. She watches as it winces and recoils and she sees her chance!
She runs forward with a grin as she feels so alive. Naiad could not help the fact that she loved using her claws as they did not need reloading and could protect her easily. Especially with the thick fur that had now traveled up her arms for extra protection as she danced around her opponent. Smiling as she blocked and parried with her claws as her opponent slashed at her.
Still she knew claws were not the only trick up her sleeve. So with one last slash at her opponent she danced back and grinned as she prepared herself to use another of her skills. She knew her opponent knew of this trick, this other way to deal with this battle, as well but she was not going to let that stop her. Then she knew it was ready, she could feel the power as it hummed across her skin and built inside her. She smirked as she felt something pulsed and flowed over her as she grew bigger. The feeling of elation went through her veins as she indulged in the feeling. However then, she heard something.
Naiad Ignored the voices as she grew in size. Even as her opponent attacked though she found them as nothing more than brief pinpricks of pain over her skin. Here she felt powerful, here she knew she was better. Stretching out her wings Naiad throws back her head in a roar. She felt more than powerful here. Here, she was a goddess and she knew it.
She realizes that her opponent is nothing now. She found it easy to grab them up in her claws and hold them high as she squeezed them and watched them struggle until they stop moving all together. As their weapon, that had been a bright glowing thing shivers and become nothing as it fall and shatters at her feet. She opes her massive claws and watches as they fall before taking wing to the foggy skies. She knew this place was HER domain now.
She enjoyed the feeling of freedom that flying gave her. That feeling of lightlessness that filled her and yet weighed on her mind. The winds were calming, with the way they carried her above the fog covered skies giving her a moment of peace. For a moment Naiad wondered to herself what it would be like to have no attachments, no obligations or duties, no one telling her what to do.. It was a euphoric feeling and yet so very lonely as she realizes that she completely alone here.
Then as the sensation fades she finds herself back in the cavern, having awakened with a jolt. The bright red of the lights having dulled to a dark crimson as if bled dry. She knew there was nothing here for her anymore and she turns to leave.
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 5:51 am
[Enter] Jaxa was seeking for monsters to hunt when he discovered the cavern. It was just a normal one if not he witnessed the Goddesss of Ruin got in and out from it. He decided to follow, with the bright red slashes, he could easily reach the cave. He entered the room, it was just sufficiently lit, by the cracks on the wall. Within this emptiness, he would spot the bowl immediately. He got closer and fingered the rock, it was ruined by red cracks. As for the bowl, it's much bigger than the size of his face, large and heavy. All the things in the cave are in simple shapes, the crescent moon which he often saw on the Goddess herself and - another one that gave him nostalgic feeling. He must have see it, but where? He was too concentrated in recalling his broken memory in order to find out the answer to his doubt. He didn't notice the beast until he heard the heavy thud. It was staring at him, same did he. He developed a grin, and incited the beast with a light swing. It seemed to be a good competitor when he was longing for a fight. [ Exit for Battle]
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 7:32 am
[Eir enters from Battle Arena!] They have won. Against all of the odds. Because someone he knew has matured. Heck, Raumias is the one who landed the killing blow! Not to say, she has been giving commands in that battle. She has changed far from the stoic, battle loving shadow Eir met before. The beast was defeated, and so the investigation met a dead end. Half of the party was excited by the fact that they got new Fragments as loot, but some of them are having problems with that end. Namely, Eir. "Must you go so soon? We've just met again after that long of a time..." Said him to the female shadow. She nodded. She said that there was a place she haven't visited yet, creatures she haven't battled yet, persons she haven't introduced herself yet. She can't remain here forever. And so, she bids Eir goodbye. That's almost one hour ago, judging from how high that bloody-red moon has climbed the sky. He knows that this will surely happen. For peoples can't remain rooted like a tree. Still, if that means Raumias will get new experiences from it, he may as well encourage- A part of the wall crumbled. It was the part where the cracks on it gave the cave its' illumination. A very familiar orb of light was inside. "Of all places...a Blessing here?" He said, taking the orb into himself- The opposite of a meeting is separation. You may think that being separated from each other can weaken someone; that is wrong. Even lions threw their cubs down the hill.""-eh? But the Warmth-" I am the opposite of The Warmth. I will grant power to those who took their problems into their own hands without needing other's assistance. For sometimes, one must learn how to deal with problems ALONE.[Eir was granted Blessing!]"...so, there is also that way..." Muttered Eir, hands on his chest. He can feel new power awakening in his body, along with a strange feeling of loneliness and solitude. "-did she changed because of this?" Given her personality, the chances are high. Still, somehow Eir wants to believe that Raumias has been changed by The Warmth... Opinion? Eir wishes for Raum to continue standing in her current path of self-building. [Eir Exits to The Ruins!]
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 12:04 pm
He didn’t visit the Spire often, so Linswo tried to be more observant. In fact, he managed to catch the Goddess of Ruin walking out of an unfamiliar pathway. To be honest he never would have spotted it otherwise. He should’ve been respectful and chosen to not enter the trail, but curiosity got the better of him. Something wasn’t quite right. He chose to enter. Following the trail had been surprisingly easy. His hands grazed against the scratch markings as he continued to follow the signs.
Then Linswo found himself in a dim cave. The shadow took his time examining the few objects that lay inside. A hand ran over the slab of rock he assumed was an altar. The corners were covered in red cracks, which made him curious. Who had done that? The top wasn’t smooth, while the sides were covered in basic shapes. Atop of the altar was a bowl. Even in the dark he could see how big and heavy the bowl likely was. Linswo opted to not try and lift it. When he reached out to touch it, he found the same shapes decorating the container. He turned around to examine the wall and found the same markings. He squinted his eyes. Some were easy to pick out, like the moon on the goddess. Others? Not so much. He could have continued to ponder over the symbols, but a sound rumbled behind him and his heart sunk.
Was that….? And from the depths of the cavern came a large beast. Eyes grew wide as he instinctively pulled out his weapon and struck.
[ exit for battle ]
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