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 Posted: Sun Aug 11, 2013 12:23 pm
Ryjer's face was still stained with tears as he hobbled his way to the pedestals. A sacrifice. He stared at the heart in his bag, hesitating for a moment as the memories flooded through him again.
He stared at the plaques, taking in each word.
With a deep breath, he set his offering down on the White Pedestal before he could stop himself. Life was anguish.
He backed away with a deep breath, feeling a light lifted as he did so. What was he so upset about, he suddenly thought to himself. It was just some heart no one was using. He couldn't recall where it had come from, after all. It wasn't any of his business.
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Posted: Sun Aug 11, 2013 1:37 pm
Returning to the goddess, finally, his breath has returned to him more easily. However... as he gazes to where the deity once was, there is a statue.. Staring at it for awhile, Skava then looks to the other pedestals that are vacant.
Each one is given heavy consideration, and an equal amount of time to ponder, before a single one is finally approached. He kneels before the one glowing white with Anguish, and places down the soaking bag filled with the heavy heart. It only seemed appropriate..
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Posted: Sun Aug 11, 2013 1:52 pm
What was this? No goddess but just statues? She read all the plaques staring at them for some time. She had to leave the bag with the heart at one of the pedestals. She had to sacrifice it? She took in the information about what each plaque ment and made an decision. She decided to leave the bag with the heart at the deep green plaque of Affliction.
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Posted: Sun Aug 11, 2013 2:14 pm
Hubrs
Maroaxi made it to the door.
"Goddess?"
No one was threre but four plaques. She putted the bag on the one named Hubris. And back away. She hoped wbatever the goddess wanted to throw at her next was one thst didnt involve water.
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Posted: Sun Aug 11, 2013 2:18 pm
Itoto returned. He felt heavy with burden. Memories. Deep, scarring memories that haunted him. What had he done? No.. he had to stop questioning himself. This was all for a greater purpose. Something bigger than what he was now.
His gaze drifted, looking for the Goddess that had sent him away. But she wasn't there. However, one drew his attention. He carefully read the plaque, his gaze then falling on the empty stone slabs.
Sacrifice the heart.. to one of them.
Each one was different, but a select few rang within his own thoughts. After what he had seen and experienced, the choice seemed obvious.
He gave his bag to the Black Pedestal. That, those words, were the truth of the world. That's what he felt.
Suddenly, he felt light again. What was it he had been lamenting about? Well.. if he forgot, then it must not have been important. The figure stretched his limbs, giving a sigh of relief. One more job done! He was that much closer to becoming a Goddess!
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Posted: Sun Aug 11, 2013 2:41 pm
[ The Sacrifice: ]
Despair and resentment. Those were two things that resonated strongly within her heart as she collapsed back into the temple. The four empty pedestals loomed before her. All of that? All of that for this?
She let out a shriek of dismay, covering her head with her arms as the bag containing the heart lay before her on the cold, stone floor. Her offering. Her sacrifice.
"Aleka..." The word fell from her lips in a soft whisper as she remembered the words that the other had imparted on her in that memory. Don't panic... Just breathe...
Taking a deep breath, Raedala pushed herself to her feet, gathering the parcel as she stepped forward to consider each pedestal. This sacrifice would not be in vain...
Vain... Vanity. The glimmer of gold caught her eye, drawing her footsteps closer. Outstretched hand set the bag gently down on the gold pedestal.
The last thought to leave her was the way Aleka's eyes had shone with pride; not the grey, lifeless emptiness that had tried to drown her... But the brilliant blue of an oncoming storm.
Then, just as the memories had come, they were gone. Her task was complete and it was time to return to the World's Edge.
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Posted: Sun Aug 11, 2013 3:15 pm
Linswo wanted to laugh when he was told to sacrifice the bag. Sacrifice? Her heart? How utterly ridiculous. It was laughable, but painful all the same. By this point he didn’t particularly care about his candidacy, but the words written across the white pedestal called out to him and with a heavy heart he placed it there.
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Posted: Sun Aug 11, 2013 4:54 pm
Naiad reenters the room, bag in hand with the heart inside. Looking around she sees that the goddess is gone, only a statue accompanied by the other two now stood in her place. Stepping up she looks the plaque.
The Task is complete. Sacrifice your offering to one of the Empty Titles to claim your position as a Candidate of that Title.
As she reads the plaque she smiles slightly and then sighs as the smiles fades from her face. She had a feeling that if she wanted her chance at becoming a goddess herself she would have to give up the two memories that she had just gotten. Still, she figured it just might be worth it. Looking at the bag in the hand she walks up to each of the empty pedestals one at a time before stopping at one that glows a brilliant gold.
Sacrifice me if you wish for Hubris. There is nothing in this world but vanity.
Reading the plaque has her smiling again and she places the bag upon it and sighs as the memories fade from her mind. She watches as the bag disappears and nods before walking back to the shrine.
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Posted: Sun Aug 11, 2013 5:11 pm
Naian staggered, weeping, through the doorway and collapsed in a blood-smeared pile, curled around the bag with the Heart in it. She stayed there for some minutes, shaking and sobbing and making quite the mess of things... but, eventually, she moved.
Offering?
She felt empty, purged. There was nothing left. All Longing had left her. Mechanically, she moved to shake the bag out onto the white pedestal. Anguish. She had felt nothing but anguish, nothing but-
The Heart fell free, and was swallowed, and Naian listed to one side, shaking her head. She felt... how did she... there were tear traces on her cheeks and yet she couldn't understand why...
Clutching her hands to her chest, she stumbled away.
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Posted: Sun Aug 11, 2013 6:17 pm
Vane walked numbly back to the shrine, the heart-laden bag dangling from numb fingers. What he was feeling was indescribable to someone who could only identify the most basic kinds of emotions, but he knew he felt bad. He had done something incredibly wrong, somehow, even though he had only done as the Goddess had told him to.
She wasn't even there when he got back. There were only statues and empty pedestals, and he examined them as he waited for her to reappear. His breath caught at the description of the one glowing black.
Malevolence. Resentment.
What he had done to the man in the box had been an unspeakable betrayal. He had seen it in the man's eyes as he left. Vane was doing bad things for a good reason, but it was hardly excusable. He didn't want to have to make those kinds of choices, ones that hurt himself and other people, even if it was for a good reason. Yes. He felt resentful.
He dropped the bag containing the heart on the black pedestal and then immediately forgot why he had felt so bad in the first place. He was only doing what he was told to, after all.
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Posted: Sun Aug 11, 2013 6:50 pm
The goddess was gone when Nergui returned. She wanted to say she was surprised, but after the ordeal she'd just gone through the energy just wasn't there. The priestess was exhausted, soaked, and shivering.
With a resigned sigh she looked up at the trio of statues, gaze lingering on Paranoia as she lifted the bag with the heart as if those stone eyes could see the prize she had returned with. A heart had been requested, and a heart would be delivered.
The choice was easy.
Nergui laid the heart on the podium with the dark black plaque. Resentment had consumed the the bond shared by two sisters. It had broken a family and changed the heart of someone that was still too young to know how to handle such a thing.
As the bag vanished that cold, detached expression lightened as the memories of a tall, beautiful woman faded into nothing. She blinked, staring down at the plaque in puzzled curiosity before frowning and walking away.
The name was gone. She was Rue Gin once again.
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Posted: Sun Aug 11, 2013 7:21 pm
She stumbled into the room with heavy pants. She hoped for the goddess's reassuring words, but she was no longer there.
The candidacy wasn't important to her. it never had been. But to keep this wretched object, one that she had stolen from one somebody that was supposed to be important to her- she didn't wan't it. Each plaque was symbolic, but Lacie found herself in front of the white plaque. She didn't hate her mother.. but their relationship had never been happy for either party. And now, Lacie realized that hurt and despair had flooded her heart. It was inevitable that she handed the heart sacrifice to the plaque that glowed a brilliant white.
"Please take care of it." She begged the statue, unable to meet it's gaze.
The bag disappeared- leaving the reaper with a new sense of emptiness when her memories were relinquished.
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Posted: Sun Aug 11, 2013 7:24 pm
Amarus who was Raumias had returned. Her clothes, grey and uninteresting in the first place, were damp and bloody. At least she was free from that place. But what had Neil called her? Amarus? The idea, for some reason, hurt. By the time she returned to the Shrine, the goddess' statue was back on its pedestal. Leaning over, she rubbed the plaque with her hand, and read it: sacrifice, huh?
She couldn't bear to be near any of the bright lights, none of them. The colours felt like they were burning her, exposing what she had done, exposing the truth that slept in her heart.
She couldn't acknowledge that. That was how she came to stand before the pedestal that glowed dark black. None of the other plaque inscriptions had sounded very good, either, honestly. Pride would have been fine, but... She wanted to hide in the dark. Even if it distorted her, twisted her. Made her other than what she was.
Maybe, on the other hand, she simply belonged in the dark.
Maybe she was already twisted.
Amarus placed the heart on top of the Malevolence pedestal, and all of her pain disappeared.
Neil disappeared. She did not have to face the truth, not if she did not want to.
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Posted: Sun Aug 11, 2013 7:45 pm
Kin ran forward expecting to find his goddess waiting for him with open arms but found emptiness, he was filled with grief, two now lost to him.
Walking forward he read each plaque, pausing before the white one momentarily, he felt anguish, It seemed to overwhelm him, but there was something bubbling up from much deeper within him.
Knowing that wasn't the pedestal for him he continued, after reading each one he came back to the black pedestal rage is what the guilt and anguish had finally manifested into after the years gone past and he dropped the heart onto the empty pedestal as the tears were beginning to dry.
After the heart vanished he reached up and touched the wet trails on his face, "why am I crying" he asked himself quietly before walking away slightly confused.
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Posted: Sun Aug 11, 2013 7:50 pm
Finally back at the shrine Mitsu found that the statue was an actual statue again. Staring down at the plague at the goddess' feet Tsumi knew what she had to do. With the heart in her hands she moved to the other pedestals. It was a carefully thought out decision but finally she placed the bag in the center of Anguish and watched it disappear. As soon as the bag was gone so was so was something else though Tsumi couldn't exactly say what. She felt like she had forgotten something? Had she dropped something along the way?
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