81 - 100: At last you come across something so different, the cool, sharp hum of metal. But unlike any other, this metal seems to hum and breathe. It feels like someone is gazing reproachfully at you. You run you fingers along the metal and make out something: a throne perhaps, a chair, tall and spanning forwards. The seat is empty. - At the base of the chair, engraved into the metal are a few words: "Call my true name"
On this door, something about sacrificing all that one sees...wonderful, just...wonderful. No speech, hearing, or seeing? Straightening, Aedan decided that, if his life was going to end soon, anyway, it really didn't matter if it was permanent or not. Without giving himself any more time to think about it, he pushed open the door and stepped inside, almost stumbling at the suddenness at which his sight...disappeared. The floor was smooth, fortunately--he didn't think he'd make it across even a short room in one piece, if it hadn't been.
And then, out of nowhere, he almost tripped over...something. It was large, and practically thrummed with energy. Clumsily, he traced the shape of it with his hands, a thoughtful expression on his face. It felt like...a large chair--perhaps a throne, given where he was. There was nothing in it, and as he felt around the base of it, he felt...a series of grooves. Cautiously, he found the beginning, tracing each letter, one after the other.
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Call my true name.
How was anyone supposed to call anyone, true name or not, with no voice?
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Name: Aedan HP remaining: 50/50 Rank: Wild Card Character kingdom: Silver Character's Miasma Colour: Silver Character description: On the taller side of average, with dark skin, gold eyes and pale hair. He looks faded and worn, as if he's had one too many things to absorb, it's stripped him down to something slightly...less than he was before.
When Madison's fingers brushed the metal, she nearly jerked back - it was so strange, so different from anything else in the room. As if it were alive, yet her fingertips told her it was most certainly metal, not anything living at all. She swept her hands up and down, following every curve until the shape of a great... throne, it had to be a throne. What else could it possibly be? Of course it was a throne.
And there, at the base, was the gateway to the Truth she sought. Breath hissed through her voiceless throat, and she hissed something that might have been a curse had she been able to speak.
She bit at her own thumb then, savagely, until pain announced the breaking of skin, the coppery tang of her own blood in her mouth. She waited, her heart thrumming in her ears, then clumsily traced the words in that blood over the seat of the Throne itself.
A lie. A lie. A lie. A lie. The Voice. A lie. A lie. A lie-
Oh great. Not the spring again. Thought Rei as he felt he has stepped into something wet. Continue on, continue on. Now from what side do I took off last time?
He can feel something closing...is it another person? Or was it The Voice? The time is passing. And with each second he can feel something bad is going to happen.
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Current HP remaining: 50 Damage/ Healing/ Defense done: ~ Target(s): ~ Rank Ability : Wild Card Kingdom ability: [NONE] Character kingdom: Silver Character's Miasma Colour: Silver Character description: Look at AVI please! Object(s) Found: Stairs, Chair, Spring.
Mjoll had finished writing out her guess when she noticed the room felt a little crowded. She was wondering around trying to find a place to be out of the way when she noticed the smell of Lotuses. There was a pause as she tried to locate the smell feeling around and eventually dropping to her knees and continued before placing a hand on a knee. She paused and wanted to look to see who it was but she couldn't. However, it smelled like Lifen....
She frowned as she felt for Lifen's hand hoping there'd be one on the floor. Before sitting down, she couldn't help but sniff the air again, there was a scent of Kiwis too, that must mean Kiwi was nearby too!!
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.
This...feeling of pain is strangely familiar, noted Rei as he examined the object. It took less than one second for him to realize that once again, he has found the Throne.
Sigh. Must he make his guess now?
"There once was a Great King and he commanded a Great army. When he passed away he left in his place a void, which could not be fulfilled by all who loved and were created by him. His creations however, could not see the King's legacy go unfulfilled, and thus sought to find his heir, his successor. From seven candidates there would be one crowned the True King, the heir to the Great King's place. He who received such a title, would receive power, and the Pride of the Great King."
He remembered the Voice's speech upon his entrance to this room. Did it hold some kind of hint inside?
"What good is it now, the long dream has ended. There is no True King, none will ever surpass, or even shadow in mimicry the greatest King of all. This is my Pride and my downfall and to it, I admit defeat. Find me, if you can, and I will deliver my last promise."
Rei stopped. There was indeed something in that speech. The Voice mentioned 'Pride' twice.
Did 'IT' has any relation with the Kingdom of Gold? The Gold was also known as The Kingdom of Regalia. Regalia-items that shows your status as a ruler. Or in other words, a King.
Rei remembered something about Gold Kingdom, where decorations aplenty and magic are used like breathing.
He took out his pendant and released the center stone. A Mana Stone, looted from a Gold's dead body by one of the Blues but otherwise still functioning. He can't see it right now, but he knows that the blue-colored jewel is turning red.
The name. The name of the great demon, once near-god, that fallen to ruin at behalf of overwhelming ego and pride.
Is it your true nature, The Voice?
Using that gem's pointed end, he pricked his pointing finger until a sense of pain can be felt. Deeper. He pushes the stone with more power, increasing the pain.Deeper.
There was a loss of resistance, along with the sensation of something running on his hand, accompanied with a familiar-yet-revolting smell.
Blood.
Using that as ink to write, he scribbled something on the headrest of the Throne.
[LUCIFER]
After that, he waits.
Zoobey
Can't think of anything else....sweatdrop
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Current HP remaining: 50 Damage/ Healing/ Defense done: ~ Target(s): ~ Rank Ability : Wild Card Kingdom ability: [NONE] Character kingdom: Silver Character's Miasma Colour: Silver Character description: Look at AVI please! Object(s) Found: Stairs, Chair, Spring.
He could hear the Voice, but not see or hear his surroundings. Blind and deaf in a place he most needed both. What was the point of meeting them like this? What answers would he gain?
A story, or legend. That was all he would get out of it. Please.. just let me fade away, Mot pleaded inside his own mind.
He stumbled forward. tripping on his surroundings. His hands landed in something wet. Almost like a dip in the floor, like a fountain or small pool. Why was it here? What sort of room did this Voice reside in?
Why couldn't he just fade away...
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Mot is a 6 foot tall teenager with long black hair and deathly pale skin
Bix froze when his sight fled him. Being deprived of all of his most important senses sent him spiralling into desperation and fear. It took minutes, even with the voice speaking to him, for the albino to begin to move. His arms waved in front of him and he barely caught himself as his toe hit a ridge.
With a hand grasping Jing's arm (so as to keep him close, at all times), Ying began her exploration. There wasn't much up here, save for a voice booming about being the greatest king, and a challenge.
She found some pillars, with a little water running through it, but it didn't interest her much. Everything was silent, and her voice fell on deaf ears. She pulled closer into Jing's arm, sticking close to him, like a shadow. A silent way to say stay with me.
The voice spoke and Lan felt her skin grow cold. Pride. If there was one who had pride it was Mengyao. He was a noble of conquest, right down to his core. Darkness and silence. A void indeed. Each step was slow and measured until Lan reached something. A pillar, not that high but-
Shock as she fell forward, some liquid on her hand. Shaking said hand off, Lan turned and kept walking, eventually running into something soft.
Warm and soft.
There was a slow moment as hands went up to feel just what she'd run into before she realized who it was.
Turning away from the stairs, Westus continued forward, or at least in the direction he had been facing. He honestly couldn't recall if he'd turned around at all since he had arrived, but he didn't see how it could have made a difference. This time it was his thighs that met something solid. A table. He reached out and groped along its surface, fingers coming into contact with a book. His muscles strained as he tried to lift it, but whether it was bolted down or simply too heavy to lift was irrelevant. It wasn't going anywhere.
He felt its surface, but could detect nothing different from one inch to the next.
61 - 80: You feel something, a table, and then the soft crinkles of an aged book. It is too heavy to lift, though it is open.
And then there was darkness.
It didn't bother him, he still held Tracey's hand in his own, Tracey was darkness. When he wasn't alone, the dark was a friend, not an enemy. The dark was moonlight, was shadows by a fire. And he wasn't afraid any longer.
The door opened and the scene shifted, a floor with endless space, no walls or ceiling he could tell, just an endless feeling of sound being swept away. And the voice, always that ******** voice. It spoke of a void, a void he understood all too ******** well. And of kings chosen to fill that void. Harrison had his own gap to fill, there was no allowance for him to take up someone else's mantle.
And there would be no more kings. Just a game of hide and seek with a disembodied voice.
His patience was wearing thin.
He felt the pages of the book at the table but it was useless to him, even more useless than if he could see.
The girl entered the room silently. Robbed of sound, she could only imagine the other bodies that might be milling about inside, and as such, kept her limbs close to herself, scuffling around and trying not to bump into anyone else. After all, there was no way to know whether or not any allies were here, or just enemies instead. Her fingers groped the air directly in front of her until she came upon a strange short pillar.
When she pushed her hand down against it, it seemed to slide, and then submerge itself in liquid. Had there been the ability for sound, she might have gasped. Instead, her mouth just popped open into a silent 'o'. After groping around a bit more in the thin liquid, she pulled her hand back out and shook it. After a moment of hesitant contemplation, she even lifted to her nose to smell it. She couldn't describe the relief she felt when nothing reached her as distinctive or odd. It wasn't blood as far as she could tell, and her hand didn't seem to be dissolving right before her eyes.
Shaking her hand once more, the girl spun on her heels and tiptoed across the room to look for more clues.
The world was plunged into darkness, and Gargantuan let out a gasp that he couldn't hear--a gasp that made no real sound. He stumbled like a blind man through the darkness, feeling himself beginning to panic when he realized that he couldn't find any of his family nearby.
The Voice was his only companion now, and G listened. They had ended a long reign.. of something he couldn't comprehend.
He stumbled forward, smashing his knees on something that earned a snarled curse that had no sound. Gargantuan fumbled blindly, touching the strange, thrumming surface until he found the engraving.
Several minutes ticked by until he could puzzle together what it said. Call my True Name.
The true name of the Voice? Gargantuan hadn't even a clue. It felt like it kept shifting continuously, and he thought the first thing that came to mind.
Change?
Zoobey
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Name: Gargantuan HP: 50/50 Location: Final floor! Appearance: A big, thick man, wearing a bowler's hat and the white clothing of the silver kingdom. Formerly of the blue kingdom.
