Mjoll had left the throne and was feeling around for something else now, anything. When she suddenly tripped into something liquid sending a small splash.
It must has been a fountain from what she was feeling, it certainly felt like a fountain... throne... Fountain... what could it be? How could see what the end if she couldn't see or hear?
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.
Stairs. Yet again, stairs. Kiwi sank down on them in defeat. It was probably best to wait here, and see what would become of things. He fanned himself gently, and waited.
Somehow he'd found his was back to the book, tantalizing but unreadable, and he growled in silent frustration. Was this all he'd find here at the end? A book he couldn't read? It couldn't be all there was... couldn't!
Startling a little from the brush of a large warmed hand grasping herself, she jerked her head in the location of the foreign grasping, trying to figure out who had been there. It was a familiar strength, and made her pause for a moment, before it was gone . . .
Lightly walking away from it, she tried to feel her way back to some semblance of comfort . . . she was done with this area, let her out.
Bumping in to something much larger than she was, she found herself blinking blinded eyes, heavily confused by what had just happened, before trying to find something familiar at her sides, just in case she had - oh I don't know - run in to a monster coat rack.
Feeling a familiarity, she figured that beside her, she had found a book.
The fountain again. Mengyao gave a soundless, small inhalation of breath, feeling the stillness of the room, the odd sort of coldness that penetrated deeper than mere skin.
How strange this all was - like a game of circling, each one revolving around the other, a game of cat and mouse, of each running towards the other, seeing who would be the first to break, the first to fall. After all this time, this was what he had been created for, what he had been made to bring about. How dull that his life should be one entirely set out for him; how strange that he should be forced to walk this path in front of him, a path he could not deter from.
His thoughts shifted, moved to Lifen once more, and his heart ached, seizing in his chest painfully. He missed her a great deal, more than he would ever have admitted - but perhaps he should have admitted it, perhaps he should have told her that she was the reason that he was still alive, that he had wanted to see her face just one last time.
One last time that he would not have.
Mengyao's fingers smoothed along what felt to be a table of sorts, bumping into something on top. Stiff, crinkled pages felt old and dry - the pages of a book? He tried to lift it, but it was overwhelmingly heavy, and he gave up, pressing his hand flat down upon it.
Call my true name.
He stepped away from the table, back towards the fountain, his own sword still in his grasp. Crouching down, he tucked it beneath one arm and dipped his hand into the water (or perhaps it wasn't water at all), until his fingers were entirely engulfed. Then he moved carefully back to the table and the book, dripping slightly. With his dry hand he smoothed the page of the book out. He lifted his other hand, pressing his damp forefinger to the page, and with careful, sweeping strokes, wrote a single word, a whispered word heard only in stories, in tales of old, a single word, followed by a single name:
Pride.
Exacalibur.
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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
He turned pages in the dark, rubbing his fingers over the pages as though he could focus enough to feel the letters in the dark. It was futile of course, but he didn't know what else to do. So many pieces in his head, tower, pride... kings... he wondered if this place was anything like the observatory that had been in the Silver Tower. For all he knew it was the tower, or some part of it. It would have made as much sense as anything else.
He stumbled away from the book, fumbling into the dark again. This time he found something different, metal.... but metal that seemed alive, humming as though it had breath and pulse. He felt... he felt watched. Watched disapprovingly.
Was this someone else? Someone who could read the book? See the room? Was it just another seeker?
Cautiously exploring further he found it to be a chair... no a throne perhaps, but an empty one. Whoever was watching was not there. There were letters too, ones that took time to decipher in the dark.
Call my true name they read.
Was it a riddle after all? Did he know the answer? He thought hard, coming back again and again to the same few ideas, but struggled to figure out how to communicate them.
...No... wait... maybe he had an idea. He had to find his way back to the book.
Finally up top, and she was blind as a bat. Eva held her arms around in front of her as she slowly made her way forward, feeling around for...anything, really. However, for some reason, she found that she couldn't even find the walls of this place no matter how far she walked. Just how big was this room?
After a little bit of walking, she suddenly heard the Voice, nearly stumbling over her own feet as it echoed within her silent mind. Geez, seriously? She held a hand over her heart, feeling it beat rapidly beneath her fingertips from that scare. Remaining rooted to the spot, she did not move as she listened to the tale that the Voice was presenting her with. Great King, seven candidates...hmmm.
She took in all of the details and locked them away in memory, just in case it would come in handy...and also because this was probably a little of her own history she was hearing here. Why had she been created? Obviously to play a role in this whole Kings business.
Eva crouched down when she felt the floor move beneath her, gritting her teeth as she waited for everything to stop. From the way everything shook, she assumed that there would be a great deal of rumbling, so the fact that she heard nothing but silence unnerved her. Finally, everything stopped moving, and the Voice presented them with a challenge: find it while they were blind, mute, and deaf.
What a jerk.
Convinced that it was safe now, she pushed herself back up onto her feet and moved forward, trying to seek out something that she could investigate. When her foot bumped against something, she paused, sliding her foot against the side of the object and then up. Was this...a stair? More stairs? Slowly, she began to ascend the steps, only to stop when she reached the end to find...nothing at all.
Well, that didn't help. Maybe if she pat around some more...
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Current HP remaining: 50/50 Damage done: -- Target(s): -- Rank Ability : -- Character kingdom: Silver Character's Miasma Colour: Silver Character description:Eva has shoulder-length black hair, blue eyes, and is wearing a simple silver-colored dress.
Acerium stumbled in. Dark. Darkness. That was all there was. Darkness. Silence. Nothing. Nothing at all...
Nothing but herself. Silver tinged memories played against the nothingness like a screen in a theatre.
She stumbled her way around the room, but to her...
She was in a memory.
Had she finally snapped?
Playing on the stairs in the great tower with her friends. There were always secret passages. She stumbled against one, running up the stairs with the agility of one used to stairs her whole life. But there was nothing in the silver lined memory. She went back to play with her friends again, but
The memory faded into the nothingness again.
OOC Acerium
Name: Acerium Current HP remaining: 40/50 Damage/ Healing/ Defense done: BLAH Target(s): BLAH Rank Ability : Wild Card/Chance-unused Stats: 2d8-6 to attack 1d8 to defend. Kingdom ability: NA Character kingdom: Gold Character's Miasma Colour: Silver Character description:b[/] Does it matter in the dark?
"HEY! you pushed me!" She admonished a friend, dripping. The trough of watering water was not for playing in! It was for watering! she reached in to throw some of the water to retaliate...
The feel of the pillar brought her back to nothingness. A pillar? with water? A fountain. Cool.
OOC Acerium
Name: Acerium Current HP remaining: 40/50 Damage/ Healing/ Defense done: BLAH Target(s): BLAH Rank Ability : Wild Card/Chance-unused Stats: 2d8-6 to attack 1d8 to defend. Kingdom ability: NA Character kingdom: Gold Character's Miasma Colour: Silver Character description: Does it matter in the dark?
Stairs. Ow. Falling, even down a small flight was painful. Thank the voice she didnt fall down a nastier stair! like the great stair. "Ace! Are you all right?" her friend asked, helping her up. "Just fine" The memory faded with the sound of her own voice. all in her head. She moved away from the stair again.
OOC Acerium
Name: Acerium Current HP remaining: 40/50 Damage/ Healing/ Defense done: BLAH Target(s): BLAH Rank Ability : Wild Card/Chance-unused Stats: 2d8-6 to attack 1d8 to defend. Kingdom ability: NA Character kingdom: Gold Character's Miasma Colour: Silver Character description: Does it matter in the dark?
A flicker of reality. Gosh. There sure were a lot of empty stairs.
OOC Acerium
Name: Acerium Current HP remaining: 40/50 Damage/ Healing/ Defense done: BLAH Target(s): BLAH Rank Ability : Wild Card/Chance-unused Stats: 2d8-6 to attack 1d8 to defend. Kingdom ability: NA Character kingdom: Gold Character's Miasma Colour: Silver Character description: Does it matter in the dark?
As Sheridan stared at the door, he hoped and -prayed- there were not more stairs beyond. He might have even yelled out something to the effect that he was going to HURT SOMEONE if there were more steps behind there, but he could not speak. Maybe if he thought it hard enough the voice would hear him..
He had no time to contemplate the words on the door, no moment for second thoughts before he was plunged into darkness, to a world he could neither see, nor hear. Lost in that world, all he could do was touch, feel.
The floor was cold under his feet, smooth, like a the surface of a mirror. He reached out with one hand, searching for whatever may be around him, but he could find nothing, no furnishing, no walls, nothing. The world was black and empty.
The dragon turned, an unseen snarl on his lips as the voice spoke once again. And here he had thought he was at last ride of that wretched voice, alas it was not so. What did it want now? He would have growled if he had a voice.
And yet he listened to the voice's words, to the story it told. His anger calmed, if only for a moment, a thoughtfulness in the flick of his tail. He had heard this story before, many times and in many forms. It could have been the story of any king, of any legend from Ancient Greece to Anglo-Saxon. Such stories all ended the same way...
He felt the floor shift under his feet, and he reeled around to keep his balance. Movement? He felt something, though he could not see or hear it, but suddenly he felt the room was no longer as empty as he had thought. There was something here...
Where?
He reached out, taking several steps forward, turning, and walking another direction, his hands always in front of him as he searched. There, so close he had nearly tripped over it, a table? Yes, a table, but not just a table, there was something on it.
Sheridan that smell, the smell of aged paper, the feel of pages and leather binding. A book, an extremely large and heavy book from the feel of it. Perhaps an ancient tome, the story of the legend the voice had spoken? Maybe. If only he could see, he would have very much liked to read it.
Roots. Ow. First day in the green kingdom and she got tripped by roots. "Hahaha!" chirped a moogle, "Silly silver! Watch your step!" They flew away laughing. And, after a little bit, Acerium couldn't help laughing too. Hey! It was funny!
The silence of her laughter brought her back to reality. Not roots. Grooves. she felt along them for a bit, and, when nothing happened, moved on.
OOC Acerium
Name: Acerium Current HP remaining: 40/50 Damage/ Healing/ Defense done: BLAH Target(s): BLAH Rank Ability : Wild Card/Chance-unused Stats: 2d8-6 to attack 1d8 to defend. Kingdom ability: NA Character kingdom: Gold Character's Miasma Colour: Silver Character description: Does it matter in the dark?
