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 Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2009 6:45 pm
Oh, I'm more than what you think of me. The Masked Phantom thought giddy. He let out a calm smile to the Swordsman. Oh... If only this man knew what was going on inside this devilish man. "Well then, let's win this contest."
He and the Swordsman continued walking. However, the cheery assassin knew that they were heading to the trap. Would he tell the Swordsman about the trap? Oh, no. That wouldn't be fun for him. Besides, he couldn't let the man knew he was behind this... Yet.
The hall was now becoming larger, longer, and wider. It was as if they had entered the long main hall. There were morals painted faded on the wall. Both walls, opposite from each other, were painted a scene of the summer season. There were trees heavily decorated with fruits as well as the bushes covered with berries. There were few people picking the fruits as other were playing instruments and dancing.
On the floor, it was covered with mosaic tiles. There were some that were decorated with animals and plants. Others were designed in different patterns such as the rosettes. The assassin, though not surprised inside, let out a whistle.
"My, my. What a wonderful art it is." He spoke in awed, though he pretended he was. Deep inside, he was as giddy as a child getting a candy. Oh... He knew that the Swordsman would made an error in this room. Oh, yes. Indeed, the man would. It won't be long before man knew that they were in the trap.
Just as the sinister assassin predicted, the man had triggered the trap. When the man stepped onto one of the mosaic tiles, the tile slid down and made a clicking sound. Suddenly, six feet behind from where they stood, a wall dropped down. As the wall made contact with the floor, it suddenly began to move toward them. The wall made a grinding noise against the floor as it slid toward them. About two feet away from the wall, acid started to pour down. And like the wall, the raining acid was too moving toward them.
"Oh, dear..." The assassin spoke in a worried tone. However, deep inside, he would be smiling sinisterly to the situation they were in. Oh, how delightful this would become. "Look! There's an opening on the other side! Quickly! We must haste or be burned and crushed!"
Off they ran, heading to the opening to escape the trap. Unfortunately, what the Swordsmaster didn't know was that the masked assassin was tiptoeing across the room. The assassin tiptoed over the lines of the mosaic to avoid the triggered traps. He also stepped onto the tiles that had the images of the fleur-de-lis. Those tiles were the safe zone of the floor.
About halfway across the hall, the assassin heard a yelp. Stepping over another fleur-de-lis tile, he stopped and turned around. Not far from where he was, he saw the Swordsman struggled to pull his foot out of the ground. The Swordsman had triggered the trick step. Anyone who stepped onto the trap would have his or her foot stuck into the ground like a bear trap.
The assassin wore a shocking look. However, deep inside, he would be grinning mad at the sight of it. The Swordsmaster looked up at him and asked for his help. He rushed over to the Swordsman, carefully not to set the traps. The moving wall with the acid was twenty feet away from them.
"You need help?" The assassin said as he came to the Swordsman. It was then that he let out a sinister smirk as he spoke. His voice sounded dark and wickedly. "Well then, here's my help."
He stepped over the tile with the image of a bird before backflipping away from the Swordsmaster, carefully not to press against the traps. At the same time, thousands of darts shoot out from both small section of morals, heading toward where the Swordsmaster was. The swordsman could use his sword and deflected the darts. However, there were too many darts shooting at him.
Once the barrage of darts suddenly stopped, the smiling assassin moved toward the Swordsman. He was still carefully tiptoeing on the floor, not daring to set another one. The assassin knew that the Swordsman would not die easily as the darts pierced against the man's skin. However, these darts could do more than what they appeared to be.
The assassin grinned mischeivous as he looked at the Swordsmaster. He knew that the swordsman would be angry at him. However, it didn't matter to him. This man was about to die in his hands anyway. Oh, yes. Indeed, he was. The moving wall was fifteen feet away.
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2009 7:06 pm
And there it was. This entire hallway was trapped. Corvus missed the first tile he landed on, and started moving. But then, the second one, he looked down at as his foot sank into the ground, and it was the same as the first. The man's eyes narrowed, looking up at the other. That assassin moved strangely. He was skipping over tiles. The same tiles that he himself had stepped on. Was it coincidence, or maybe...
And then the other man stepped forward, pressing down a tile and jumping out of the way. Another trap. Corvus' Brave Sword flashed down from his back, deflecting some of the darts, and his body hunched down. It didn't do much good; there were simply too many darts. But he'd resist. They would be poisoned, of course. All he would have to do, though, is kill this man and get out. Then he could find an antidote. It would work. But to do so... he'd have to sacrifice...
He didn't have time. He didn't have ANY time. So he didn't stop to wait. The Vulnerary that he'd received from Pietro went into the air; the Brave Sword cleaved it in two as it came down, spilling the healing contents onto the floor. Then, gritting his teeth, he kept the sword moving downwards...
And with a single motion, clove his foot from his leg at the ankle. He slammed the stump down into the spilled Vulnerary on the floor, coating it in the healing liquid; the bleeding would stop and he'd be in no danger of dying that way. Then with a roar, the great Swordmaster brought his blade back the other way, slashing towards the Assassin. The other wouldn't have been expecting this. He couldn't have. And he had to at least damage this man before he likely died...
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Overlord of Night- Shadow
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Overlord of Night- Shadow
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2009 7:41 pm
Celera wandered softly down the hall after the two other girls, staying silent, speaking no words, ensuring no missteps. A tendril of darkness wrapped around her feet now, muffling her footsteps so that the loudest sound they would make would be as if she were walking on soft carpet. These two were foolish. One loud and obnoxious, the other... loud and obnoxious in a happy way. How annoying they were. She wished she could just kill them right now. But no, this was a contest, and becoming annoyed by silly little things like that would just ruin her chance at winning. Perhaps after she'd won, she would kill a few of those who most annoyed her. Or perhaps they'd be dead. Either way, it was good.
So she followed them, staying behind, in the shadows. Her magic swirled over her, cloaking her light hair and clothing. This would be easiest. She could just follow behind them, and if they set off a trap, she'd simply step around it safely and take a different direction. It was a foolproof plan, unless one of them found her and they both decided to attack her. But she doubted that. It was unlikely. And, even if they did, she wouldn't fight. She'd distract them and run. She couldn't afford to waste energy.
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2009 8:00 pm
Now this was something the assassin didn't expect. Oh, yes. Indeed, he didn't. Never would he expect the Swordsmaster to cut off his own foot. Usually, his prey would beg for mercy or tried to defend. But, oh no. Not this fellow. This man would rather lose his foot than succumbed in his hands. Oh..... What fun it would be.
The Swordsmaster had made a slashed at him. However, when that sword sliced down, the image of the assassin started to disappear.
"Bravo! I give you credit on that!" The masked assassin spoke as he clapped his hand. He was standing on top of the safe tile again and there was no cut on him either. The masked assassin had pulled his trick on the Swordsman: Fading Image. It had been a while since he pulled that trick. "However, it seems that losing your foot have made you slow too. Hmm?"
Unfortunately, the only reply he had from the Swordsmaster was another charge. The assassin quickly dodged the Swordsman's attack and moved away. He was also careful not to step on the tiles. Any step and he too would fall. The masked man quickly pulled out his trusty weapons: Comedy and Tragedy. He turned and parried with the Swordsman before stepped back away from.
This had continued for a while. As the Swordsman attacked, the masked assassin either dodged or blocked his attacks. This was very strange. Oh, yes. Indeed, it was. For why would the assassin continue playing defense and had that silly grin on his face?
Well, it wasn't long until the assassin saw the reaction. As he took a step back, the Swordsman fell down to the floor. The smiling man let out a sly grin as he approached to the Swordsman with no worry. He knew it won't be long until the immobilized tranquilizer took affect on the Swordsmaster. The more the Swordsmaster had move, the more it would make him immobilized. If that Swordsmaster had knew his movement were becoming sluggish, he wouldn't dare attack him. However, that was the price the Swordsmaster paid for trying to attack him.
The Swordsmaster was unable to move. He couldn't stand up. He couldn't lift his sword to attack. All the Swordsmaster could do was glare at him. The moving wall was now fifteen feet away.
"My, my. How tragic it is?" The masked assassin said as he carefully strolled over to the Swordsmaster. He place his foot on top of the sword's flat side as the masked man sat on the Swordsman's shoulder. He lightly tapped Comedy against the immobilized man.
"If I haven't run into you, surely you will win the contest. Oh, yes. Indeed, you do." He then licked Tragedy, the poison was dripping against his tongue. The masked man got up before he bend up to the same level height with the Swordsmaster. He then grabbed the man's head. Before the Swordsmaster could resist, the masked man kissed him, letting the poison traveled from his mouth to the Swordsmaster's mouth. The assassin parted away, let go of the man's head, got up, and walked away.
It wasn't long until he heard the Swordsmaster laughed. Curious, the assassin turned his head. Somehow, the Swordsmaster had informed him that it won't be long until he would die from his own poison since he took it. As a matter of fact, the Swordsmaster was correct. He did lick his poisoned dagger.
However, this made the assassin grinned wider. The assassin turned around and went back to the Swordsmaster. He then picked up the Swordsmaster's weapon. He chuckled dark. The moving wall was ten feet away.
"Tis true of what you've said. I did take a poison from my own dagger. However, unlike you, I won't die in this contest. Oh, no. Indeed, I'm not. For you see..."
The masked assassin quickly stabbed the Swordsmaster through the stomach. The menace grin was still smiling. "It would be foolish of me to die in my own contest. Hmm?"
The assassin then sliced upward, cutting through the chest where the heart beat, through the neck where the man would be unable to speak, and out of his head. The body split in two fell as the assassin stood up with the Swordsman's sword. Pitiful. If that Swordsmaster hadn't taunt about his poisoned dagger, he would have lived longer. Oh, well. Why waited for the poison took its effect when chopping the prey was faster?
He then walked away from the corpse, dropping the sword at its side. The acid was now pouring over the body. There was a hissing noise as the body began to burn. Then it was being dragged against the wall as it continued to slide. It won't be long until the body would be crushed against another wall.
As he was carefully walking, he lifted up Comedy. Pulling the small, secret lever, the crossguard of the hilt opened. Inside were small yellowish pills. The masked man took one and swallowed. It was a good thing he had carried the antidote inside Comedy. As they always said: laughter was the best medicine.
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2009 1:00 pm
Baldric continued barreling through the labyrinth, Scar still firmly placed on his back. A dizzying flurry of sharp turns came at the pair, but the Lion's charge remained unimpeded. After a few especially hairpin turns, Baldric began to slow his rush, his eyes wandering down as he began to leisurely stroll across the stone floors. He growled, an angry irritation echoing through it. "We're going in circles."
On the floor were a set of jagged lines bending across a left turn, as if someone with claws was shooting around it. And since no wild animals with claws would go that fast with all of these people about, they were most likely his claw marks. Getting lost this easily? That just wouldn't do, not for a regal Lion like himself! So, he took the most obvious alternative to figuring out where he was: taking a right turn, going in the opposite direction of his past choice.
A foul smell crept into his nose as he began to go down the hallway: blood. People were dying, it seemed, nothing too surprising. There was that body hanging from the entrance, and all, so death would be likely, especially for those not as powerful or speedy as a Lion. As he continued his lax strolling, he noticed something: he never noticed any traps or perils or anything of the sort. So, how were people getting injured enough to leave the stench of blood in this cave? With a slight laugh, he dismissed the thought, since it's entirely possible that there just weren't any traps. Maybe there were some barbaric savages deep in the place, ambushing the hapless beorc that wandered into the wrong spots? Again, he dismissed the thought, his mane swaying as he shook his head. It was quite childish to entertain these ideas at such a time, really, so he refocused his mind upon this maze and continued at his slow pace, using the lapse to regain a shred of stamina...
...until he pressed a switch, that is. As the tile began to sink underneath his foot, a bed of hot coals began to smolder underneath the receding floor ahead. Was that all that this place could come up with, really? With a few steps backwards, he began a sprint, going into a leap just before the start of the coals. A red blur in the air, Baldric flew effortlessly over the coals, Scar's beorc frame clinging to his mane by the arms and his side by the legs. With a thud, he landed on the other side, his claws leaving more jagged streaks across the floor as the momentum was lost. Those traps knew better than to impede the king of beasts, it seemed!
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2009 3:25 pm
The masked man let out a chuckle as he exited the hallway. Oh, it was fun to play with another actor. It was too bad that they had reached the end of the scene. Pitiful. Now, that the actor had took his last bow, the smiling assassin needed to find another player to play. But who would it be?
There were many contestants running in the labyrinth like lab mice. Oh, yes. Indeed, they were. It would be hard for this smiling assassin to find his next player. They could either be dead by the traps and moles or wandered aimlessly in this labyrinth. But, no matter. He would find them. It was just like playing a game of Hide-and-Seek and he was It. Now where could they- Was that a Gwyllgi heading toward him?
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The masked assassin jumped over the beast as it was about to run over him. It was a good thing he was a speedy fellow. Oh, yes. Indeed, he was. If it wasn’t for his speed, he would surely be run over by this crazed beast. Now, he was riding on top of this running animal backward.
Curses! He thought. A pox upon his fellow “mole.” The masked man had informed the mole to secure the monsters within the traps. Not let them run loose or become the mole’s mount’s lunch. This was not what the masked man had in mind. Oh…. If his baroness hadn’t hired that mole, he would surely skewer that mole. Oh, yes. Indeed, he would. Now, to restrain that monster and-
If his mask didn’t cover his eyes, he would have blink. Now that he looked carefully at the back side, he noticed that it wasn’t a Gwyllgi he was riding. Oh, no. Indeed, it wasn’t. Instead of a skeleton-like tail, it was a normal tail with a fluff at the end. And the fur. It was red. Not purple. The masked assassin knew it was not a Mauthe Dog. He didn’t even brought those types in the labyrinth. Curious of what he was riding, he turned around.
There, in front of him, was a girl. She was riding of what appeared to be a lion. Was this girl a Beastmaster? He thought that class was long gone today. Never existed since that Legendary Hero, Evelyn, he heard of. Oh, yes. Indeed, it didn’t. Well, that surely surprised him. Never would he thought of encountering a Beastmaster.
“My, my. That was quite a surprising.” The masked assassin spoke as he let out a Cheshire smile to the girl. “Never thought I would run into you. However, it wouldn’t be fun if you continue riding on your little pet and not exploring the labyrinth on foot. Hmm?”
He quickly wrapped his arm around the girl, placing his hand over the girl’s mouth and nose. With a swift of his hand, he pulled out a small red ball out of his pouch and slammed it right between the lion’s eyes. There was a red puff of smoke in the air, but the lion continued running. Once they were out of the smoke and into the clearing, the masked assassin exhaled his breath as he let go of the girl.
“Have fun!” He chirped before jumped off the lion’s back. He waved his hand at the girl who was now continue riding on the lion… However, the lion was not normal. Oh, no. Indeed, it wasn’t. The lion was now berserk by that berserk bomb that he had just smashed. Anyone who breathed it would be berserk. It won’t be long until that girl would be mauled by her beloved pet just like the untold tale of Evelyn. It was too bad the masked assassin had to miss it. Oh, yes. Indeed, he would.
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2009 6:29 pm
Baldric finally found another competitor, it seemed! A man garbed in blacks, and with a mask, standing a short distance away. That was where the smell of blood was coming from! Was he killing off the competition? Before he could think any more on it, the man had jumped into the air, and for an instant, his back felt slightly heavier. In the next, a red fog coated his sight.
Red, red a field of red! Redder than the flames that were his bane, redder than the Lion's flowing mane. A deep, powerful, solid red, the shade of blood. All he saw was cloaked in this crimson haze. His senses, choking, calming, and changing.
The smog slowly began to clear as Baldric, still a hulking lion, began to tremble in his stance. An urge, an urge, a positively primal urge! The urge to make everything in front of him as red as that fog, as bloodstained as possible! The law of the land, it was, it was. The Lion, the king of beasts, is supposed to rule over his prey with an iron jaw, ripping and tearing all in its path! And he can't do that with this weight on his back! With a snarl, he bucked like a bronco, shaking the mass, Scar, from his back. As he returned to his quadrupedal stance, he snarled and growled, eyes piercing the corridor in front of him, looking for the slightest hint of prey.
On impulse, he shot into a sprint, the bloodlust slowly and surely beginning to further overcome his senses. Blood, blood, he must taste his prey's blood! He'd gone too far, far too long without a proper hunt, indeed he had! And what better hunting ground... than an ancient ruin filled with hapless little morsels? The smell of blood was strong down this corridor, it was, it was! The beast would have his dinner tonight, he would! The smell of blood slowly, slowly, became more and more overbearing, overpowering in the lion's senses. Blood. One who'd seen much blood was near.
Very near.
Hastily, he slowed to a stop at a fork on the stone floor, frantically looking left and right, left and right, constantly looking down both halls. A being of bloodshed, drenched to the core with the appetizing odor, was still near, was hiding, likely in fear, in primal fear of the doom it must know was coming. The King of Beasts will feed tonight, he will! But, why should the King have to find the prey, when its fate is already sealed?
Were he in his weak, frail, clumsy beorc form, he'd have laughed like a mad hatter. But, he was not. So, the closest he could manage was a razor-sharp toothy grin. This was a grin that, if someone saw it, would look absolutely bloodthirsty, almost depraved of the sustenance it was seeking. Oh, the anticipation was slowly, slowly, quickly, instantly too much to bear, he couldn't take it!
No more, no more, he couldn't contain the primal desire to rip something to shreds! In a split second, the beast let out a feral, primal, unrestrained, unstoppable roar, one more than likely to scare his prey into his maw, and make the hunt that much more interesting later on.
As the reverberations and echoes began to cease, Baldric, assumed a vigilant, cautious stance. The prey was bound to come, it was, and one cannot be caught unawares! The hunter cannot become the hunted, oh no! And especially not when the hunter is the lord of the hunt, the mighty lion! So, Baldric stood, in the middle of the intersection, senses perked, mind ready to pounce, body ready to rip and rend, and the soul ready for the nourishment it had been so sorely lacking since he'd come to this land that long time ago.
He waited. Silently, cautiously, he waited.
He waited, waited for the prey, the speechless assassin, one who'd had more blood on his scent than any other.
The hunt would soon begin.
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2009 3:59 pm
I wonder, I wonder...♪ Elise ♪
I wonder why each little bird has a someone... To sing to... Pat pat went the kitty's feet, all the way down the hall. They moved so fast, in fact, that it wasn't long at all before she completely lost track of Baldric- she could hear him, but she definitely couldn't see him.
Maybe he was hiding from her! Was this some kind of new game?
The thought made her positively glow with her stifled giggles, and she held Mr. Buns close to her, snuggling against it and closing her eyes, waiting for a few moments before opening her eyes. She couldn't count, really, but she knew that if she closed her eyes for just a bit, the person would be gone and she would be free to find them! The soft rabbit plush was held tight against her, and Elise let out a pleasant little hum as she started to walk after the elusive lion.
Yes, walk. Her dress was ill-suited for running, and though she felt like skipping, her feet were beginning to hurt a bit- so she just walked forward steadily, but at a fairly brisk pace. She wanted to catch the big kitty! If she just walked slowly, like she normally did, he would probably cheat and keep running forward, rather than give her hints she could see and hear! And that would be bad. She didn't want to lose this game!
She noticed the rank odor of the blood, and covered Mr. Buns's stitched nose to prevent him from having to smell it, too; though she didn't know what it was, exactly, all she knew was that it didn't smell right. The heron's brows furrowed slightly as she put on a slight pout, her nose wrinkling as she moved ever forward. The slight stickiness of the blood on her feet made her look down, and when she couldn't see what was doing it, Elise made it a priority to balance on one leg, folding the other so that she could better look at the bottom of her foot.
Granted, in the darkness, one couldn't see much. She just thought her foot was dirty, since the blood looked nearly black in a dark hall, and stopped her wobbling, precarious balancing act in favor of walking ever forward. The kitty awaited! Not even the pools of blood that seemed to be climbing up the delicate white fabric of her dress seemed to distract her at all from that fact. This was a new playground, and with a new playmate, anything could happen!
What a fun game it was, though a little dirty.
Chnk.
The trap that Baldric had passed by with the lava had closed, all too eager to trap the next passer-by with its flaming maw... but as Elise stepped onto the tile that Baldric had so easily depressed, it became awkwardly obvious how light the girl was. While it dipped in ever so slightly, the girl's hollow bones barely activated the switch- as soon as she stepped off of it, the slightly open floor shut again, almost as if hesitating. She understood nothing of this, of course, and nearly went back to jump on the slightly bouncy tile before remembering the kitty's footsteps.
Suddenly, however, a roar broke out, making the girl's eyes widen abruptly and making her clutch her stuffed animal tight against her.
For a moment, all Elise could muster was a blank, shocked stare.
...And it remained there for nearly a minute, the frazzled blonde just standing where she was before her feathers shook, shaking her out of her reverie and making the heron look about herself. There was a question in her mind, one she couldn't quite put into words, if someone asked her. Tilting her head to one side for a moment, she finally extended a bare foot forward, moving to the source of the noise and hearing a woman's steps approach her as the roar faded into the distance.
...Another playmate?
It wasn't the kitty, but it would do.
With a happy little squeak, the Heron moved forward, jumping from here to there and- for the first time in ages- wishing she could fly, like she had seen her great-grandfather once do. Her wings, limp and useless, fluttered behind her like some decorative motif as she ran to greet her new playmate.
"Who you? I... Elise!" Throwing her arms open- a rather universal symbol for trust and openness, though she saw it as wanting a hug- she smiled warmly at the figure of Scar, who had just been thrown off of a now feral-lion's back.To sing to...Sweet things to... A gay little melody?
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2009 8:50 pm
♥ ~ BLISS ~ ♥ Yula seemed like a nice person to Bliss. Sure, the axe-user was a little rougher than she was used to, but she was certainly kind regardless. She grinned happily, looking down each of the tunnels. The darker tunnel seemed creepy, so Bliss was inclined to pick the second, more well-lit tunnel. Yet, it seemed so ordinary that it didn't seem like the right choice. I don't know! She mentally wailed, eyes shifting between the two tunnels. There were just too many choices! Right, left, light, dark, black, brown... it was just too complicated for Bliss to want to deal with!
... Which is why she raised her finger and began pointing at the tunnels. "Eenie-meenie-miney-mo..." She mumbled to herself, switching where she was pointing with every syllable. Eventually, she stopped. The druid grinned and turned to her new companion. "Let's go this way~!"
She chose the darker of the two tunnels.
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Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2009 5:27 pm
Ruben was encountering smooth walking so far. Then he took another step further and click sound could be heard. The walls were closing in fast and he was still a bit of aways from the next hall. Ruben did the thing he knew how to. He ran. He ran down the hall as fast as he could. He almost got trapped so he propped his shield up so he could run for a little bit longer. He took off and rolled out as the shield collapsed and got his foot caught in the wall. He Yelled his head off. He didnt know how he was going to be able to pay back the people of his village. He wasn't going to be able to win. "Damn.." he winced as he unsheathed his sword and sliced off his foot and rested against the wall for a while thinking about what he going to do next.
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Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2009 7:09 pm
 Faceless Soldiers The Valkyrie and the Bishop went up to the wall. They saw five levers. Above each lever was a vowel. There was "A", "E", "I", "O", and "U" above each lever. There was a message below the levers. It said:
I may look two, but I am one.
When flip me around, I still look the same.
Though I sound similar to one of the letters, I am my own individual.
Now answer me this: who am I among these letters? Samuel looked at all of the letters and tried to think of which letter would solve the riddle. "It must be I" He said pulling the lever for "I"
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Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2009 9:11 pm
Kane patted down his hair and looked up at it dropping his cape to move lighter and to not get caught on anything as he ran through the hallway a very loud roar erupted from somewhere amongst the maze. The roar shattered his eardrums. He hurried and placed his hands over ears and staggered towards the wall and placed his hand for support. The roar ended which was awfully suspicious.
Being an assassin gave him heightened senses. He pulled his knives up out of his sheaths and lightly stepped from stone to stone as to not set up another trap. "This is odd....somethin is coming I just don't know what...." he thought as he stayed in the shadow and walked even lighter and awaited what was gonna be around the next corner nervous as usual.
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Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2009 10:54 pm
Ah, the hunt shall now truly begin! Baldric began to shake and shiver with anticipation as he entered a near-zen state of a hunter's focus. The king of beasts can't very well be anywhere but the top of his game, can he? His nerves, though bristling with the unending adrenaline, were miraculously calm, at least for long enough for the beast to calculate its next move. Faint echoes mingled with the remnants of his bloodthirsty call, the bits and pieces of tips and taps across a not-so-far-away floor, their uneven pattern giving a hint of disorientation. Ah, this was marvelous, just as planned! The prey was promptly shaken by the roar, it was, and whether that was a stagger, a stumble, or a spill, Baldric's ears picked it up.
Ah, the smell of fear in the prey was just so savory! Baldric quickly found his mouth watering, his stomach roaring, his mind re-entering that frantic state. He could smell the fear on the prey, he could smell it well. This puny little piece of human refuse was likely trembling, quivering, maybe even convulsing with pure, primal terror. The smell, the taste, the embrace of this poor soul's fear was delightful, refreshing, and most of all, appetizing. The urge to just tear through this patchwork of twists and turns was almost too much to bear! Two tracks, two different trails of this blood-bearer's scent. One to the right, faint, weak, old. Another, a short distance backwards, new, and strong. As much as his stomach begged and begged his deteriorating mind to barrel headfirst into the stronger scent, his hunter's instinct pointed the other way.
As if to mark the start of this glorious game, Baldric let out another primal roar, intent on disorienting the target further. The moment his maw shut, he briskly began to prowl down the path to the right, following the weaker scent. It would be likely that the prey would not look back, since finding a starved lion would be much, much more important, and said lion would, at least to a simple human, come from the front.
That, and this man smelled of much blood, of the blood of countless bodies. One who has slain as many as he would not be one you would fight head-on, oh no. This prey seemed almost like it was a hunter, itself! And any hunter, no matter what shape or size, should not be caught from behind. And this path, this weak-scented path, would lead to his rear. And likely, the weakling would be none the wiser, only realizing what was near when it was ripping the meat from his bones.
In a few short moments, the hulking behemoth was near enough to the target that the smell of blood was overpowering, mixing with fear to only increase the thrill of the hunt. Based on the strength of the smell, he was likely only one or two turns from the prey, and the prey probably thought he gave up! The time was nigh, it was. The hunger was overpowering, indeed. The urge, the urge to kill, to maim, to rend was back, stronger than ever.
He simply couldn't wait any longer.
Baldric shot into a sprint, letting out a deep roar as he swerved around a few short corners before hurling his bulk onto Kane's back, effectively pinning him to the ground. One last moment, one last reprieve, before the feast would begin. Baldric, keeping a firm grip on the Assassin, turned him onto his stomach, so he could see the face of his angel of death. The lion, while holding the Assassin's arms down, did nothing more than stare a raging, deprived stare, his eyes redder than burning coals. As the hunger began to catch up even quicker than ever, the man's mouth began to water, almost to the point of drooling on the boy. But, instead of doing that, Baldric only bared his fangs, their ivory sheen a stark contrast to the blood red of his coat. All the while, the lion was breathing deep, forced breaths, the hunger leaving him with little alternative than to sound like he was hyperventilating. The king of beasts would soon get his dinner, a feast unlike any he had eaten in years.
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Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2009 11:52 pm
In the room with the levers, there came the sound of stone grinding on stone. It was not, however, the door out opening. The sound seemed to come from all directions, but nothing could be seen. In any case, it wasn't ominous enough to suitably distract from what happened next.
The 'I' lever suddenly pulled back up sharply, pulling Samuel with it. From this angle, he could see a hole in the end of the lever, which was pointed right at his face. It was hard to see how deep the hole was, but presumably the entire lever was hollow.
The lever slid the last inch into position as Samuel backed away, and suddenly, inside the wall, the hollow part of the lever lined up with a reservoir in the stone. A spray of boiling salt acid erupted from the tip of the lever and caught Samuel full in the face. Burn blisters began to form on his skin, and then the acid settled on the blisters and ate through the skin, causing the swelling blisters to rupture with sick noises of inrushing hair, which could be heard even through his screams.
The other levers dropped into the same position as the first and joined their brother, spraying their own payloads of salt acid into the air, completely covering the writhing, fallen Samuel with acid that would kill him very quickly-- especially as he got a lungful of the stuff.
Of course, Nadia had time to back away to the middle of the room, out of range of the spraying liquid. At that point, the grinding noise stopped for a moment. The noise had come from the ceiling-- at the center of the room's ceiling, a large hole had opened.
The grinding noise resumed quickly as a massive stone pillar dropped down the vertical passage toward Nadia, heavy enough to crush her instantaneously into a pulpy mess on impact.
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 1:20 am
Ruben heard a very loud roar. That which resembled a Lion where he was from. "Hm...trouble?" he uttered as he pulled a stick from the side and used it as a semi-crutch to limp to the sound. There he saw it infront of him. A Large red Lion. Standing over what was an assassin. "Run...I'll distract him...." he said as he unsheathed his sword and swung at the massive lions arse and dropped a panacea from his pocket from being having no left foot as he couldnt prop himself up any longer, the pain from the floor seeping into his wound made the pain indescribable.
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