She had been so sure that it was the end for her. Everything had been taken, she had returned to the fog and now....now she was whole once more. But more than what she had been before. The wall had been taken down and things slowly, bit by bit began to fall into place.
Like the pieces of some great puzzle. Instead of trying to smash pieces that didn't fit together they began to link one after the other. And soon she had a name. Her true name. She could remember so much now, but still there seemed parts missing.
This new sense of wholeness though....it was perhaps just a bit overwhelming. It would take time to adjust. But she had always been quick to that.
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Name of character: Falair Current HP: 90 Special Ability: Rook's Ambition Species Ability: Famine Horseman Current weapon equipped: Sorrow's Tear - 2d12-6 TARGET: -----
Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 6:55 am
It felt as if her entire being had been ripped out of the air, plucked from nothingness and brought into the light. A warm light, strong hands, an overpowering feeling of self.
Her eyes were closed momentarily as she soaked it all in. Memory after memory flooding back. Filling her from the tip of her toes to the top of head. It was a rush and made her light headed. But soon a sense of who she truly was, what her true name was, came to her and she felt at peace. At least as much as she could in her current situation.
Meixiang had more of herself but there was still more to get.
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Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 8:41 am
A promise to fulfill. Yes. She still had something to do. She couldn't fade away, no matter how much sense it made to do at the time. The figure draws a breath, gasping deeply as if this were the first she had ever taken, her eyes opening to the truth, and a calm she had never before experienced in the face of a Great King.
She shook her head, almost ashamed; how could she not remember something as important as a promise? Especially to someone so important. He didn't seem to mind, which put her at ease, and instead directed her attention towards a box with seven locks, one which already seemed to be open. So...they had to open the locks, to get their memories back? Who would have locked them away, anyway? So many questions on the tip of her tongue, and yet she couldn't voice them; the King just looked so tired, and the area was losing it's luster. No, her questions could wait; she needed to help get their memories back, and after that she could ask them.
The Great King granted her a blessing, and as the knowledge of her true name filled her, she pressed her hands to her mouth, eyes brimming with tears. Yes. Her name was Amrita. Not Marati, or a Greyling. Amrita. More than that, she felt whole. Not completely, but so close; she had her stitches, half of her face a mask of skull, and backwards feet. Her twisted hands flexed open and closed, and she was overcome yet again with emotion. It was hard to forget who you were, and a relief to find it again.
Amrita moved ahead, wondering what she would discover now.
There was a throne.
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Character name: Amrita Character appearance: See left. Link to Heart LogHere Current HP 60/60 Current weapon equippedMisty Wrath
Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 9:21 am
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And one more post for Liselotte~
Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 10:30 am
This is not the end. Why did she think that. Wait she could think. She is pulled back together by some unknown force, woven back into being.
"You still have a promise to fulfill."
Thean breathes in. She feels again,all memories come rushing back.
"Steady. One step at a time. There is much more to still complete"
She is standing in a room now, with a long carpet, pillars and a throne at the end.
"I am the Great King." There is no doubt. She believed their words before you even understand why. "I vowed to help you, and I will continue to do so. Do you remember why?
No she doesn't. They says it doesn't matter. She doesn't understand. She sees a box in his hands. They says all that she had worked for was in there. She wanted that box. But there were many locks on it. She had to break them. She must. The red had been unsealed already and she must unseal the others. For all.
They say to come back after two locks have been broken. She vows to. They say they have a gift for her. But what? Thean exhales.
Thean? No not Thean... Anthe. Anthe is her real name. Anthe! Anthe!
She remembers part of the promise and feels everything. She sees a lock on a chain around her neck. Everything fades. She must choose one or the other. The pillars called to her.
"A wise choice," murmurs the pillars, "A choice for those who already know they are heroes and yearn for more. May you find what you wish for and may it lead to greater discoveries."
This is not the end. A voice had said. And something seemed to pull the girl back. Pulling everything that was her together again.
And she became whole again.
You still have a promise to fulfill.
She took her breath, her first one back, and everything seemed to be flooding all back at her. What are these things? She grasped her head, trying to calm herself down, after thinking and experiencing all of these feeling all over again. They were all rushing back at her so quickly. Pain. Loss. Frustration. Happiness. Sadness. Grief. Everything came flooding.
Steady. One step at a time. There is much more to still complete. Something seemed to have made everything calm once again. For some reason or another. Like something with complete authority and respect. Like something of that of a king. No, something much greater than a king.
She looked around to see herself in a large hallway. Long red and gold carpets greet the floor beneath her. Around her were seven pillars and at the very end a long golden throne. There is someone on the throne, half-complete.
I am the Great King. There is no doubt in her heart that she had. She believed the words before she could completely comprehend as to why. I vowed to help you, and I will continue to do so. Do you remember why?
Character name:Leia {Alice} Character appearance:A small figure of a girl, aligned to Longing. A vampire ghoul in Victorian attire, with long, white curls and blood red eyes. Current Health: 40 Current weapon: Broken Wings Link to Heart LogHere
Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 11:49 am
{Alice - Leia}
I did not expect so. He said, and something caught her eye that was in his hand. It was a box. The box was tied around with ornate chains, which appeared to be thick and heavy. There were eight locks covering the chains, of various colours.
This contains everything you have been working for. The rest of your memories, as well as mine, as well as the ones from loyal allies of mine, as well as the ones from enemies of mine. Seven important memories lie within this box, a layer in this box, like a Pandora's Box.
One has been unlocked, the Great King points to the red seal, glowing a terrible, familiar red, one of Ruin, one of Destruction, and now two more have become undone. There, they pointed to the gold and green locks. Once all seven, no eight, have become unsealed, then you will regain all your memories and face the truth. You, and only you. Fight until them, and serve your promise. Even if you do not remember it, your Heart does.
Then everything began to fade around her. The throne, the pillars, the rich colors, everything. Return when you have unsealed Pride and Creation and we shall discuss further. For now, I part with you one last gift.
Her eyes widened when she heard something come to her. Alice. It was her name. Her actual, and true name. Yet, with it came something else.
"It is done," says the voice. "You will fight then. You will fight to save everything you believe in. You must do this to -. Only you can -. All of -"
Character name:Leia {Alice} Character appearance:A small figure of a girl, aligned to Longing. A vampire ghoul in Victorian attire, with long, white curls and blood red eyes. Current Health: 40 Current weapon: Broken Wings Link to Heart LogHere
She begat o notice the colored coming back. Her figure, her outfits, everything that was once hers, was coming back. She was beginning to feel completely whole again. Oh how she was glad that she could be who she truly was since again.
Yet there was something else where her heart should be. There was a lock. It didn't make any noise, at least, none that she was able to recognize. She wanted to touch it, but something seemed to be stopping her from doing so.
As the rest of what once was the grand palace began to fade away, there were two things left. The pillars, and the throne.
Seem thing began to make her move. And without making herself question, she went to the pillars.
"A wise choice miss," said the pillars. "A choice for those who already know they are heroes, and wish to yearn for more. May you find what you have wished for, and may it lead to even greater discoveries."
Alice was going to ask it something, but she thought not to. It might make her seem a bit like a fool to it. But what did it mean by those words?
Character name:Leia {Alice} Character appearance:A small figure of a girl, aligned to Longing. A vampire ghoul in Victorian attire, with long, white curls and blood red eyes. Current Health: 40 Current weapon: Broken Wings Link to Heart LogHere
Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 1:37 pm
Mosh stretched, feeling lif once again. It felt good. She shook her head, listening to the Great King.
She felt enveloped in his breath and suddenly.
Mosh.
That was her name. Mosh.
She thanked the King, bowing her head to cover the grin crossing her face and left to the Pillars.
Character name: Mosh Sparhawk Character appearance: Mosh has a side-hawk of dark brown and large ears and a tail in black. She seems afraid of everyone and everything, Link to Heart Log: ♥ Current HP: 40/40 Current weapon equipped: Simple Destruction
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Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 3:02 pm
Her memories fell away from her, scattered, and someone pulled her back together again: she felt the embrace echo deep in her, a part of her that she had not felt touched. She had a promise, did she? Which one? She breathed in, deeply, and then all of her feelings returned. Every piece of her. She tried to remain calm.
No, she did not remember. And the Great King was not surprised. She, on the other hand, was fairly confused. She was just trying to remain calm; it wasnt' so hard, she remembered that much.
She listened, as he spoke, explained the locks. What she was, what she needed, they were all sealed away. She could open them, over time, perhaps. First, she needed to unseal somewhere: Creation, then, as she chose the pillars.
Amarus chose the pillars, and she looked down at her skin, seeing a familiar purple-pink colouration. She smiled.
More of her was returning, and that meant more of her strength.
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Character name: Amarus Character appearance: See left. Link to Heart Log[x] Current HP 40/40 [Rook's Ambition] Current weapon equipped Sorrow and Rage.
Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 3:13 pm
This is not the end.
Arl mumbled to himself, eyes shut, having heard a voice: "Good, wasn't done yet," he said, as if he was being woken from a long slumber. He was nothingness, until great hands wrapped him up, and made him whole. "I always keep my promises," Harland agreed, and he felt nearly immoblized by the rush of emotions and memories that returned to him, suddenly.
It took a lot of effort: one step, and then another. One step, and then a fourth.
He felt warm. He felt ... happy.
"Forgive me, your majesty, but I can't say as I do remember, no," he said, apologetically. As the King offered forward the box for Harland to inspect, he understood. Seven layers, and the rest of all their memories. He would need to unlock the rest of them, help retrieve what had been lost.
What had been stolen, perhaps?
"I'll be ready, by then," he said, hoping that it was true.
The King exhaled, and he remembered: Harland Leander Belle. That was his name. He tipped his hat to the King and smiled his familiar smile: "I won't letcha down, Your Majesty," Harland agreed, and set on his way to The Throne.
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Character name: Harland Leander Belle Character appearance: See left. Link to Heart Log [x] Current HP 30/30 [Rook's Ambition] Current weapon equipped None.
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Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 5:27 pm
Then there was a voice saying that it wasn't the end. Feeling that someone was saving her from what she thought had been the end of it all. Breathing as memories started to come back in a rush as she just heard that she had a promise to fullfill along with that she needed to take one step at a time as the voice was calming her down to were she could feel that the voice commands total authority and respect.
Yes a king a great one to what she had felt when he told her. Listen carefully to what the king said next as she truly didn't remember at all and she feel a little sad over it as she didn't want to disappoint, but she dose continue to listen careful to what the king says.
Looking at the box as it was interesting to her and yes she was going to fight as hard as she could as she wanted to know the truth and to learn things if possible too. Nodding at the king as she would return as he was being so kind and nice too.
Tori
That was her name as she felt warm from the kings breath as she remembered her name and looking down to see that she was also no longer gray as she started to becoming something greater.
Tori
It felt good to remember that even if she still felt incomplete but at least that was a start. Tori also spotted that she was wearing a strange necklace as she couldn't see her heart any longer.
Looking around to only seeing a throne and pillars to which Tori walks towards the pillars to finding more answers.
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Name: Tori Appearance: Tall, young woman with really long black hair in a braid with amber eyes. Heartlog: HERE
Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 5:43 pm
He breathed in deep through his nostrils as the voice of authority washed over him. This was not the end. There were things to accomplish, places to go, missing pieces to put back together... he could feel his mind slowly piece itself together, stitches dancing in his memories. Pieces and Parts and there were still Parts missing but.... yes. Yes.
He was created of Parts and Pieces. It was those Parts and Pieces that made him Christof.
His name was Christof.
He stood as tall as he was capable of, looming instinctively even with his hunched back. He flexed the claws of his left hand. He was still searching... but for what? The Missing Parts.
Christof hobbled toward the pillars, a thrill moving through him at the order, the direction, the natural state of the hunt.
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Character name: Christof Character appearance: Hunchbacked, patchworked, Igorly figure. Link to Heart Log[x]
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